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Das EFX - Shine lyrics
No doubt (no doubt) no doubt ahh Sewer rats in ya area (feel that) (Worldwide) bout to make things scarier (No doubt) (Diggy Das) Diggy Das (Generation) Yo yo yo Intro/Chorus: If iggity I shine then you shine E'rybody shine niggity nuttin but the money on the mind If I shine then you shine E'rybody shine niggity nuttin but the money on the mind If I shine then you shine E'rybody shine niggity nuttin but the money on the mind If I shine then you shine E'rybody shine, niggity-nuttin but the money on the mind Verse One: Dray Well iggity-ashes to ashes and dust to dust I'm miggity-makin all the money everytime I bust No fuss, fully blown, Benz fully chrome Flips celly phone, Diggy Das, once again it's on It's Dray Boogie, no rookie, a tough cookie Biggity-blow the spot everytime they book me The big boys we're makin big noise Biggity-bubblin and pushin big toys >From the corner to the stage, front page Riggity-rockin the age, dropped the dime, please So give a toast to the host, East Coast West Coast, this here's just a small dose Jump in the square this year, we take the whole pie No lie, the platinum and the gold eye Keep it jumpin, got the beat thumpin, pumpin Yiggity-yes y'all, I know one thing Chorus Verse Two: Skoob Yo, yo I pliggity-play the back like a NFL safety I wiggity-won't let the game break me even though the game's shaky and the player's flaky, they niggity-need someone to boss em Set up my office now e'rybody flossin If niggas is hot, I'm ultraviolet If niggas is fly then I'm the pilot, friggity-frequent flier mileage Cash flowin, over throwin, motor rollin Play the low and keepin niggas not knowin, yo It's like the wind beneath my wing, everything that I sing kid, I'ma bring, so let me do my thing Knock the bastard, smiggity-smack it out the park, right Sewer rats, tiggity-tales from the darkside archive Chorus Verse Three: Dray, Skoob Yo You buy the stocks off some sideblocks and buy Glocks to fight cops Buy spots, niggity-never ever ride jocks Bubblegoose, fat Benz, fat Timbs Fat ends, fat rings, biggity-best scams We got a fool-proof hustle, lotta muscle So miggity-make sure to put the money in the duffle Yo What's miggity-mines is yours and yours is mines If iggity-I shine then you shine, the crew shine You rock the Benz, son, I rock the Range Giggity-got nuttin to lose and e'rything to gain, I'm sayin forget the pain and the struggle, and all the trouble Up in the jungle wit my man now we're seein double Chorus |
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