Still Shinin'

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Z-Ro] Yea Wednesday night, we roll on 4's Black alligator, everywhere (Everywhere, that's right) They don't come out, you gotta lift those doors (Lift those doors) Tell the valet don't close them, leave those hoes up in the air (In the air) I bump Screw in my ride (Screw in my ride) A six in a Mountain Dew, over crushed ice (Over crushed ice) 1 Deep without a crew, I'll be just fine (I'll be just fine) This ain't no 22, A-R on my side (Side) [Chorus: Z-Ro] Still shinin' Like sunlight dipped in chrome And I got a lotta money on my phone If you ain't trying to pay me, leave me alone Still grindin' Like brake pads gone bad Trying to get my kids shit that I never had You don't work, you don't eat, homie straight like that [Verse 2: Paul Wall] Straight like that, trunk stay cracked Bank stay phat, turn heads, but never turn my back Turn my partner on to paper, that's a no brainer Got a shooter on retainer, that's my disclaimer Ridin' candy on 4's, it's a Texas tradition I've been all around the world on a Big Moe mission Ain't no 401k bro, and ain't no pension On an ever-ending life quest to count a commission And need I mention, I never met a millionaire couch potato Hard work and an agenda, if you're chasing paper Long as diamonds still shinin', I'll be trying to buy 'em And as long as Johnny make grills, I'll have a top and bottom Fuck a bank, got a pocket full of Franks They gonna put me in the grave with a sealed up pint I pour up drank, and roll up dank All I know is get more bank, and don't stop until I can't Still shinin' baby [Chorus: Z-Ro] Still shinin' Like sunlight dipped in chrome And I got a lotta money on my phone If you ain't trying to pay me, leave me alone Still grindin' Like brake pads gone bad Trying to get my kids shit that I never had You don't work, you don't eat, homie straight like that [Verse 3: Mike D] Uh-oh, guess who's biz-ack Hot out the pot, like A-1 crack Dope game over, blame Rother for that Reincarnation of Pat, and got the hood on my back They say he went broke, there ain't a hope for a nigga Mohamad Ali, I rope-a-doped them niggas Yea, cause real G's pay dues, you ain't never took a loss And you ain't never been a boss Man for man, hand in hand, I went off for that soft Got a line from amigo, and now I floss that Ross Top down on the freeway, hater give me leeway I do it how a G play, sippin on a ??? See the skyline, when you enter the city 30 floors up high, man a hog done did it Ima balla, hogg to be exact Ro they tried to hold us down, but we ain't let them hold us back [Chorus: Z-Ro] Still shinin' Like sunlight dipped in chrome And I got alotta money on my phone If you ain't trying to pay me, leave me alone Still grindin' Like brake pads gone bad Trying to get my kids shit that I never had You don't work, you don't eat, homie straight like that