I want is for you to shine Shine down on me Shine on this life that's burning out I know, I know, girl you got something Shine, shine it on to me Shine
Übersetzung: Mr. Big. Shine.
I want is for you to SHINE SHINE down on me SHINE on this life that's burning out I know, I know, girl you got something SHINE (shine it on to me) Shine
but all I want is for you to Shine, shine down on me Shine on this life that's burnin' out ( I know , I know, know you got somethin' ) Shine, ( shine it on me ) shine
: [Mr. Ivan] Right now we got a lil' youngsta Lil' Doogie, from the B.G.'z Do what'cha gotta do mane Say what'cha gotta say Wayne [Lil' Wayne] The
over cheese wid these big machines That you bring from over seas It burn up dem skin Like some unwanted disease Gimme some space So I can burn dem please Big
U gotta best be sure that it go through Ball Greezy gettin money like he 'posed to Good dope in the drop like soul food Big Body, big rims on the old
Mr. 3-0-5 A.K.A Mr. Snort yay, spit rocks, made in dade I owe my future to Last name Campbell, first name Luther The gun shine stayed, well that shoulda
urban Floatin' with some perfect Timbs, powdered in suburban Catch me in the midst, Ninja with the fifth in the gripper Mr. Big Picture, city slicker
gotta give! Yeah, you know what I'm sayin? Uhh Herring homes, unh, martel homes, carver homes, tekwood Martin luther king, bankhead Verse One: Big Boi
step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles
!) [Chorus] [Interlude] [Nelly:] She call me Mr. extra sexual, Scorpio ma is legible Extraterrestrial, she say I'm harder to swivel I keep a fresh pair of Versace, shine
And pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow I'm still alive, and still the sun'll come out tomorrow Shine shine shine, and grind, cuz it's money
that kid with the pump shot gun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit numb Mmmm now what's this? Smell like fish Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout You
that's what's up, Big Sox <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> [Method Man] I'm on the grind... (can't wait to shine)
[Chorus: Akon] I said call Mr. Martin, tell 'im to build a coffin Today is death season, a hundred MC's a get murderin I said call Mr. Martin, tell '
like dope and fiends Cope with teens has that new gangster lean Everybody just wanna be a ghetto star Fly cribs and drivin them big cars That's all Mr
a buck Ain't no use in frontin' like a playa still won't pick 'em up, Good, lookin' big, bucks is all I used to dream about Now big screens is what you