Strawberry shimmer on hot lips Silver buckle hanging off her hips I sparkle when she smiles Shine down on the radio dial Homemade jar, lemon drop, take a sip Don't stop girl You know I love it when you get your shine on 'Cause you and me be rocking all night long Summer sky drippin' rhinestones Turn your party lights on Baby get your shine on, shine on Baby get your shine on Silverado, candy painted Ray Bans got the whole world shaded Chrome piece tucked in the console Riding high, roll up on the down low Feeling lucky, got hooked up with some Kentucky clear So slide that little sugar shaker over here And get your shine on 'Cause you and me be rocking all night long Summer sky drippin' rhinestones Turn your party lights on Baby get your shine on, shine on Baby get your shine on Homemade jar, lemon drop, take a sip Don't stop girl You know I love it when you get your shine on 'Cause you and me be rocking all night long Summer sky drippin' rhinestones Turn your party lights on Baby get your shine on, shine on Baby get your shine on 'Cause you and me be rocking all night long Summer sky drippin' rhinestones Turn your party lights on Baby get your shine on, shine on Baby get your shine on Baby get your shine on Strawberry shimmer on hot lips Silver buckle hanging off her hips I sparkle when she smiles Shine down on the radio dial Silverado, candy painted Ray Bans got the whole world shaded Chrome piece tucked in the console Riding high, roll up on the down low Baby get your shine on

Yeah We gon' go old school Ya know what I'm saying If you from where I'm from Ya know what I'm talkin bout The way we do this here This is a cash money classic And I feel couldn't nobody do it the way imma do it Ya know what I'm saying So, here we go world, I'm bringin it to your world from my world Ya know what I'm talking bout look I say Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on So nigga stop hating Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on You know we gonna make it Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on So nigga stop hating Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on You know we gonna make it In one you trust, the neighborhood is us And everything that I ride is 22s and up And everytime that I slide, you know I'm platinum plus Make the hood understand that we trying to come up 24s on trucks, just the neighborhood lust Tell Lil One be cool everybody coming up Cause everybody wanna ride, everybody wanna shine So how ya love that people? Everybody on the grind And these projects cuts ya, ya hood rich living lavish Those 14s, you know we had to have it Once upon a time it was nothing but magic Hustling right in front of my mama, Ms. Gladys Chasin paper paper chasing, look thats all we know Coming through the neighborhood on them 24s Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, nigga up it some more Fast money, Cash Money, thats all I know One They say I walk around like I got an S on my chest That be that Cash Money Piece, flow rest in the deck I'ma specially set, no testin the best Be in class, no pencil, no test on the desk I'll make your mouthpiece so beast like Delereese I'm from the south streets of beast like Lil Weezy F baby for the team I rep daily I come to the defense like Jeff Bailey, I'm gone with it A chrome kitted, a foam pit in the back of it Phony tittie bitches come home with me, get the business I made bling bling, I'm like a lighthouse So shut that ice in cause he ain't iced out Pay attention closely, you niggas can never roast me Cause the maker of the Testerosta knows me Oh hes so arrogant, the cocky kind But you always looking cause I'ma shine, thats right Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on So nigga stop hating Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on You know we gonna make it Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on So nigga stop hating Get your shine on Get your shine on Get your shine on You know we gonna make it Loud mics and big rims, nigga thats my life Come through the neighborhood with my homeboy price Lets get it understood, nigga thats my price Come through the neck of the woods, you be alright Cause I'm pimping, I'm pimping pimping, I'm coming thru And I'm dipping, I'm dipping dipping, them 22s And they spinning, they spinnin spinning, them sprewells nigga Them sprewells nigga, we making mail nigga Don't need no introduction in this I can grind in every ghetto, trying to stay hood rich You can ask a nigga bout me, you know I'm bout my shit I was made by guerillas, raised the hot boy click Cause I'm the Birdman and I'll do you something bad You heard man that I been slanging them slacks Thats my word man, I won't stunt nigga I won't stunt nigga, I'm gonna stunt nigga, One

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)