Can't Stop the Shine Lyrics
| Song | Can't Stop the Shine |
| Artist | Kool G Rap |
| Album | Roots of Evil |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Wilson | |
| Don't you know that g rap's straight thuggin | |
| And you know you can't stop the shine | |
| [kool g rap] | |
| Uhh, uhh | |
| Kool g rap, underworld, illville | |
| (whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do?) | |
| Whattup, whattup, whattup | |
| Uhh, uhh | |
| Daddy bigbucks, got the forty-five cal' tucked | |
| Giovanni style tux, see the cristal erupt | |
| Be up at the bar what? diamonds, carved and cut | |
| The sluts get starstruck wonder if the car's what | |
| The new bm, rimmed up, the navigator truck | |
| Feet be like skinned up in only gator stuff | |
| For fly mami get hemmed up, she got the jada cuts | |
| These cats pushin they lens up, they can't hate enough | |
| They countin what i spend up, already made enough | |
| To live plush, you must eat out a fat plate of mush | |
| Got what you lust, the bulgari smothered with slush | |
| Yours covered with rust, diamonds studded with dust | |
| Mine flooded with crush, rides big as a bus | |
| Thirty-two plus, what can you and your crew do to us | |
| But look in disgust, plot to seize the shinin sea | |
| From coppin the v-t-w-e-l-v-e | |
| Pissed off at g's but we don't believe in knockin knees | |
| We cock and squeeze, and leave some shit shot and breeze | |
| Attractin these chicks mixed, black and japanese | |
| And slappin these nitwits, with fat stacks of g's | |
| Bag your rat, she should lack, grabbin the back of threes | |
| On her knees, see more semen than all the seven seas | |
| She goldminin, lookin for new fashion designin | |
| Rings with rocks blindin cause my world started shinin, uhh | |
| Chorus: missjones and g rap | |
| [mj] whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do? | |
| [gr] when you see mines and can't stop the shine | |
| Sippin wine from up a little grapevine | |
| Too much ice up on the wrist to tell the time | |
| [mj] whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do? | |
| [gr] when you see me up in the 6 with a dime | |
| Yeah, chicks of all kinds, mad concubines | |
| Will you cock the nine and sneak me from behind? | |
| [kool g rap] | |
| My jet leaves, down to the beaches in the west keys | |
| With jet skis, only sex g's, with s-e's | |
| And lex g-s-3's, cheese to bless g | |
| Baguettes be the ice makin my neck and chest freeze | |
| Vietnamese, tibetan g's with wet beads | |
| In sets of three, breasts in 3-d that slept with me | |
| The sexy, beauty of the week of the ? g's | |
| Bangladesh g's, on the other side of the red sea | |
| The lefty, sippin remi inside the pepsi | |
| Jew-els shinin, holdin down what you fell behind in | |
| Mink shit with silk linin, penetrate right through | |
| Your hymen, handle a nine like i'm lex diamond | |
| Organized crimin, bank rolls yeah we get those | |
| Fly clothes, slip those, spot foes then we hit those | |
| The whole click glow, click the sickoes | |
| With the chick-o's, hit the ones with the six-oh's | |
| Hollow tops spit those, let the dough pile | |
| Leave no profile, drama wild leave you layin castellano style | |
| With ? llama cows, whole click be kinda wild | |
| On a mission, get the death kiss end up missin | |
| Chorus w/ variations to end |
| zuo ci : Wilson | |
| Don' t you know that g rap' s straight thuggin | |
| And you know you can' t stop the shine | |
| kool g rap | |
| Uhh, uhh | |
| Kool g rap, underworld, illville | |
| whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do? | |
| Whattup, whattup, whattup | |
| Uhh, uhh | |
| Daddy bigbucks, got the fortyfive cal' tucked | |
| Giovanni style tux, see the cristal erupt | |
| Be up at the bar what? diamonds, carved and cut | |
| The sluts get starstruck wonder if the car' s what | |
| The new bm, rimmed up, the navigator truck | |
| Feet be like skinned up in only gator stuff | |
| For fly mami get hemmed up, she got the jada cuts | |
| These cats pushin they lens up, they can' t hate enough | |
| They countin what i spend up, already made enough | |
| To live plush, you must eat out a fat plate of mush | |
| Got what you lust, the bulgari smothered with slush | |
| Yours covered with rust, diamonds studded with dust | |
| Mine flooded with crush, rides big as a bus | |
| Thirtytwo plus, what can you and your crew do to us | |
| But look in disgust, plot to seize the shinin sea | |
| From coppin the vtwelve | |
| Pissed off at g' s but we don' t believe in knockin knees | |
| We cock and squeeze, and leave some shit shot and breeze | |
| Attractin these chicks mixed, black and japanese | |
| And slappin these nitwits, with fat stacks of g' s | |
| Bag your rat, she should lack, grabbin the back of threes | |
| On her knees, see more semen than all the seven seas | |
| She goldminin, lookin for new fashion designin | |
| Rings with rocks blindin cause my world started shinin, uhh | |
| Chorus: missjones and g rap | |
| mj whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do? | |
| gr when you see mines and can' t stop the shine | |
| Sippin wine from up a little grapevine | |
| Too much ice up on the wrist to tell the time | |
| mj whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do? | |
| gr when you see me up in the 6 with a dime | |
| Yeah, chicks of all kinds, mad concubines | |
| Will you cock the nine and sneak me from behind? | |
| kool g rap | |
| My jet leaves, down to the beaches in the west keys | |
| With jet skis, only sex g' s, with se' s | |
| And lex gs3' s, cheese to bless g | |
| Baguettes be the ice makin my neck and chest freeze | |
| Vietnamese, tibetan g' s with wet beads | |
| In sets of three, breasts in 3d that slept with me | |
| The sexy, beauty of the week of the ? g' s | |
| Bangladesh g' s, on the other side of the red sea | |
| The lefty, sippin remi inside the pepsi | |
| Jewels shinin, holdin down what you fell behind in | |
| Mink shit with silk linin, penetrate right through | |
| Your hymen, handle a nine like i' m lex diamond | |
| Organized crimin, bank rolls yeah we get those | |
| Fly clothes, slip those, spot foes then we hit those | |
| The whole click glow, click the sickoes | |
| With the chicko' s, hit the ones with the sixoh' s | |
| Hollow tops spit those, let the dough pile | |
| Leave no profile, drama wild leave you layin castellano style | |
| With ? llama cows, whole click be kinda wild | |
| On a mission, get the death kiss end up missin | |
| Chorus w variations to end |
| zuò cí : Wilson | |
| Don' t you know that g rap' s straight thuggin | |
| And you know you can' t stop the shine | |
| kool g rap | |
| Uhh, uhh | |
| Kool g rap, underworld, illville | |
| whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do? | |
| Whattup, whattup, whattup | |
| Uhh, uhh | |
| Daddy bigbucks, got the fortyfive cal' tucked | |
| Giovanni style tux, see the cristal erupt | |
| Be up at the bar what? diamonds, carved and cut | |
| The sluts get starstruck wonder if the car' s what | |
| The new bm, rimmed up, the navigator truck | |
| Feet be like skinned up in only gator stuff | |
| For fly mami get hemmed up, she got the jada cuts | |
| These cats pushin they lens up, they can' t hate enough | |
| They countin what i spend up, already made enough | |
| To live plush, you must eat out a fat plate of mush | |
| Got what you lust, the bulgari smothered with slush | |
| Yours covered with rust, diamonds studded with dust | |
| Mine flooded with crush, rides big as a bus | |
| Thirtytwo plus, what can you and your crew do to us | |
| But look in disgust, plot to seize the shinin sea | |
| From coppin the vtwelve | |
| Pissed off at g' s but we don' t believe in knockin knees | |
| We cock and squeeze, and leave some shit shot and breeze | |
| Attractin these chicks mixed, black and japanese | |
| And slappin these nitwits, with fat stacks of g' s | |
| Bag your rat, she should lack, grabbin the back of threes | |
| On her knees, see more semen than all the seven seas | |
| She goldminin, lookin for new fashion designin | |
| Rings with rocks blindin cause my world started shinin, uhh | |
| Chorus: missjones and g rap | |
| mj whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do? | |
| gr when you see mines and can' t stop the shine | |
| Sippin wine from up a little grapevine | |
| Too much ice up on the wrist to tell the time | |
| mj whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do? | |
| gr when you see me up in the 6 with a dime | |
| Yeah, chicks of all kinds, mad concubines | |
| Will you cock the nine and sneak me from behind? | |
| kool g rap | |
| My jet leaves, down to the beaches in the west keys | |
| With jet skis, only sex g' s, with se' s | |
| And lex gs3' s, cheese to bless g | |
| Baguettes be the ice makin my neck and chest freeze | |
| Vietnamese, tibetan g' s with wet beads | |
| In sets of three, breasts in 3d that slept with me | |
| The sexy, beauty of the week of the ? g' s | |
| Bangladesh g' s, on the other side of the red sea | |
| The lefty, sippin remi inside the pepsi | |
| Jewels shinin, holdin down what you fell behind in | |
| Mink shit with silk linin, penetrate right through | |
| Your hymen, handle a nine like i' m lex diamond | |
| Organized crimin, bank rolls yeah we get those | |
| Fly clothes, slip those, spot foes then we hit those | |
| The whole click glow, click the sickoes | |
| With the chicko' s, hit the ones with the sixoh' s | |
| Hollow tops spit those, let the dough pile | |
| Leave no profile, drama wild leave you layin castellano style | |
| With ? llama cows, whole click be kinda wild | |
| On a mission, get the death kiss end up missin | |
| Chorus w variations to end |
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