Lyrics Shine And Recline - 8Ball , MJG
I
come
and
go
and
chill
as
I
please
160
miles
per
hour
on
Greentrees
Really
ain't
no
reason
to
try
and
pretend
these
Hoes
ain't
down
and
willin'
to
bend
knees
I
ease
Up
off
of
my
gas
to
smash
brakes
I'm
gazin
at
a
stout
piece
of
ass
at
high
stakes
To
make
it
to
the
top
of
my
game
what
will
it
take?
I
gots
to
get
some
glue
in
my
life
before
I
break
Shake
rattle
and
roll
hold
the
dice
until
I
can't
It's
time
for
G
to
toss
up
in
the
paint
Pimpin'
ass
real
nigga
I
squeeze
big
ass
and
big
trigga
And
leave
hard
weak
ass
niggas
in
big
rivers
Who
in
the
fuck
got
stuck
you
bucked
and
outta
luck
Lookin
to
find
trouble
with
me,
now
that's
enough
Muthafuckas
I
torture
yo
ass
and
make
you
suffer
I'm
spittin
real
shit
you
false
niggas
can
smother
'cause
I
know
the
flows
that
drops
the
hoes
clothes
T
makes
the
beats
that
heats
the
whole
streets
If
you
got
the
time
Fine
I
got
the
rhyme
Shine
and
Recline
Vibe
and
sip
wine
I
be
the
nigga
who
really
don't
give
a
fuck
man
Rough
and
tough
I'm
puttin
strain
on
your
weak
game
Hard
and
real
dammit
I
never
knew
another
way
Rappin
bout
the
shit
that
happens
round
a
nigga
everyday
Life
is
hard
and
hoes
ain't
free,
believe
me
Ask
them
real
G's
dying
in
the
penetentiary
Old
and
cold,
ain't
no
love
in
the
steel
cage
It's
all
about
your
freedom
in
this
muthafuckin
space
age
Some
got
chosen,
some
choose
and
lose
Some
pay
dues,
snooze,
and
lose
what
they
choose
I,
be,
PIMP
NIGGA
SUPREME!
Invest
some
cream
and
straight
sell
a
ho
a
dream
Bust
on
wax
and
rip
tracks
by
T-Mix
Hated
'cause
I
talk
real
shit
bout
a
freak
bitch
Peep
this
I
don't
give
a
fuck
about
what
Somebody
say
they
can
die
& suck
a
nigga
nuts
Cornbread
fed
south
women
luva
Money-makin
black
fat
muthafucka
Can't
no
other
duplicate
mine
It's
all
fine
while
we
shine
and
recline
I'm
pimpin
hoes
till
they
mind
gone
My
rhymes
on
now
where
my
money
bitch?
How
many
suckas
you
trickin
and
who
you
runnin
with?
Some
stunnin
shit
you
layin
down
with
plain
fools
Her
nigga
want
to
send
alumni
back
from
school
Who
you
rule?
Not
shit
but
yo
mouth
I
brings
proper
shit
to
the
ring
But
shit
you
wear
straight
stops
muthafuckas
Lookin
for
reason
to
start
trouble
You
come
with
that
shit
10
shots
gonna
bust
yo
bubble
Like
a
teardrop
I
can't
feel
the
pain,
just
my
ears
pop
The
bullet
just
an
inch
from
your
brain
Live
and
he'll
stop
You
talkin
cash
shit
but
you
writin'
them
rubber
checks
And
still
don't
know
the
way
to
commit
with
a
brotha
yet
God
Damn!
Is
this
shit
ham
or
is
it
Spam
I
thought
I
had
a
bottle
of
jelly
and
got
jammed
In
the
blender
a
million
degrees
Deep
in
December
The
flashbacks
weakened
your
mind
so
just
remember
'cause
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