Shinin' Star
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Rest In Peace
Let\'s do this
Lets work this like it ain\'t never been worked before
Frisco you know the player way the bay way
I see ya over there mumblin boy watchu talkin bout?
12 o clock I hit the block with the top droppped it\'s that first day of summer and the weathers startin to get hot i see some chocolate little tenders with they chills on my shinin star skatin thru with gold shoes on 3rd street is kinda packed with a gang of butt I hear them callin out c-fresh and cougnut they love the nut because my boy be flowin on his tapes they lovin me because I\'m bumped from being upstate oh no red light it\'s time to siiide about to show these outta towners how the bay ride and hit the intersect before the light turns green and let the back of my drop Chev swiiing and fishtail him to the curb when i finish huh a young player fly perve yeah a straight up menace gettin chose by these roni\'s with a phat monkey from where I\'m standing lil mama\'s lookin chunky so I\"m abouts to cross the street and get the poppin but as I\'m talkin it\'s the car that the girls jockin uh you can bump and grind with me but not my car cuz Ms Impala is my shinin star
Candy Paint.. Peanut Butter.. them gold things got me tight for the summer.. Candy Paint.. Peanut Butter them gold things got me tight for the summer
You see Impala got that special paint a candy paint
candy paint plus a little pearl pipe the gold things got her sittin tight and while I\'m strikin thru the city I keep my top dropped all night I told nut to take the blunt and pass the brew uh buckle up cuz your boy pheensta act a fool I grabbed my strap and whipped a donut in the intersection dumpin in her to let the jackers know she got protection that\'s just another block lil mama left hot so I\'mma keep her vogues spinnin till we shake the spot then said coug I\'m pumped what you wanna do hit Deja then we on our way to Deja-Vu uh hit the highway top still dropped wind blowin beats slammin cuz I love to hear myself flowin got to the club music walked in cuz we turnin heads two roughneck hip dogs rollin fed and everybody lookin at us like we in a rose I\'m hoppin out like a mack and hittin the gangster pose and Ms Impala with her gold shoes flossin hard I gots love for my shinin star.
Candy Paint.. Peanut Butter.. them gold things got me tight for the summer.. Candy Paint.. Peanut Butter them gold things got me tight for the summer
1969 was the year for Ms Impala born with the 327 so when you push the gas she hollas known to smoke up the block when it\'s time to smobb showin fools how an old schools supposed to move plus two fly g\'s in the front seat when we dip up on ya feel the engine with a gang of heat eyes red like a mad dogg off your blunts my boy Chris got the poison that shit no bunk it got me swervin but I ain\'t about to wreck my shit cuz in the summer shinin star got me lookin fetti and all these tenders must\'ve thought I paid a meal for her so gimme daps and keep smobbin cuz I\'ll kill for her 69 mobbs harder than them 64\'s up on the floor my minds blowin out the door and when that a&m shift kit kicks in posse rear spins and I\"m smokin up your block again and when I park it to the curb you only give me bootie but I ain\'t the one cuz Ms Impala is the real cutie she represents me in a real way cuz that\'s my car so I\"m givin props to all them shinin stars
Candy Paint.. Peanut Butter.. them gold things got me tight for the summer.. Candy Paint.. Peanut Butter them gold things got me tight for the summer
candy paint candy paint peanut butter them gold things got me tight for the summer for the summer all the girls see ya us in flashin in my car
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Thanks to (Brandon) for correcting these lyrics. Feb 23, 2008
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