David Blake II - Shine lyrics

[Chorus] They don't wanna see me shine They don't wanna see me grind They don't wanna see me get it They don't wanna see me live Ask these n***as why you trippin'? Why you all up in my time? n***as go hate They don't wanna see me shine They don't wanna see me shine They don't wanna see me shine They don't wanna see me shine They don't wanna see me shine Say they don't wanna see me shine They don't wanna see me shine They don't wanna see me shine They don't wanna see me shine [Verse 1: David Blake II] We gon' shine anyway, believe that It's David Blake n***a (yeah) Gotta kick my feet up for snicks Tell you 'bout my grind and why I be here for a minute They be on my time and that's just somethin' I can't play wit' They just see me doin' it Been 'round these different places, yeah n***a we don't know whatchu been on I don't ever trust nobody, you can kick it on my phone You gon' always see me shine cause I been beamin' in that [?] I just know my time is comin', you gotta get wit' it Too fly, yeah she immature, two eyes wit' a great view Blessed n***as, should I bless you? Got my cape on to the rescue Save them hoes I won't do that I been ridin' clean, you shoulda knew that I blow up, don't get blew back And that's real sh** I spit two facts This is what I'm on, this is who I am I just be flyin' wide-awake at 2 am They don't wanna see me shine, well that's okay These n***as ain't stoppin' me and you know what? [Chorus] [Verse 2: DJ Quik] George Foreman microphone, this that German sh** The hoes hit me on it, make me wanna s**m and spit So they treat me like a permin' kid I straighten them hoes out And make them hookers earn this dick I'm a feng shui n***a Get me in the club, I'm a rum-straight n***a It ain't no problem totin' champagne bottles Now cork 'em all and toast 'em to the player on the grottle Porsche, I'm in the backseat, too much room for my feet The benefit to when the DJ's the chef, anytime we go eat I chop these n***as and cut 'em Step on they shoe and headbu*t 'em I'm gangsta like no wa*ksta's like We don't think alike so n***a f** 'em I'm shinin' all through my gold An archi-pimp and I'm cold If I like it then I love it If I look good in it, you need to wrap the b**h cause I'm sold But you say Thinkin' Hatin' Plottin' Well if you case me wit' it, then you ain't gon' get it n***as green with envy, you a toad [Chorus]