Top Songs By Shyne
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shyne
Rap
Demetrius Mcghee
Guitar
Ashanti
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shyne
Songwriter
Irving Lorenzo
Songwriter
K. Smith
Songwriter
Ashanti Douglas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimi Kendrix
Producer
Irv Gotti
Producer
Roger Che
Recording Engineer
Won Allen
Recording Engineer
Brian Springer
Mixing Engineer
Herb Powers
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Shyne
Gang Land
Murder Inc.
Alright, turn the beat up
I see you
Okay
[Verse 2]
I see you ma, in your thousand dollar weave
Masterpiece diamond face on your sleeve
Pell Ma Nay, waist petite
Alright, Jimmy Choo shoes on your feet, you right
Slide inside the spider
I know you tired of guys who try to lie to slide inside you
Forget about that, let's go
Forget about rap, I'm Po!
I mean really, I've been gettin money since **** was rappin', frontin'
Fast and shit
'Cause you look like you got your head right
I just hope that you can give head right
Breezin' through eggshell headlights
New York is mine, relax your mind
[Verse 3]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Can't nobody do them things we do
And can't nobody touch me like you do
Can't nobody love me like you do
And can't nobody be like me and you
[Verse 4]
It's me, who else you expected?
Ring down to the necklace
Some hoes say I'm sexist
'Cause all I wanna do is stuff coke in they breasts
Sit back with stacks, count money
In the zone, on the throne
Like, bitch, come on
I need a Prada chick to take this dick
And take this brick and bake this shit, basic shit
We can go shoppin' and buy some things
Up in Harry Winston, ma, try some rings
I'll have you feelin' like you was Princess Di'
So much cuts on your wrist, think you tried suicide
No lie, you ain't heard?
Extensive trips, expensive whips
You ain't seen nothin' like this, not in your life
If I ain't that ****, shit, we look alike
[Verse 5]
Can't nobody do them things we do
And can't nobody touch me like you do
Can't nobody love me like you do
And can't nobody be like me and you
[Verse 6]
Who gon' cop them hoes? (Po)
Who gon' rock them clothes? (Po)
Who gon' pop them foes? (Po)
Well, I'm glad you know
No need to ask who hotter
You ain't nada, me alotta
Shyne win, he gotta
See you **** in hell
In that CL, feds on the tell, just post bail
A million in cash
Now you know that ain't rappin', pimpin'
Please believe that
How you smoke like me? It's chess when I clap 'em up
That ain't enough, I'm backin' up
**** talkin' real greasy on them rap records
Like I won't strip you naked and take your necklace
Give it to my soldiers like, "Hold this"
Fuck you, ****, you could never fold this
But anyway back to bitches, let's play
One C-P-W come through
I like girls that like girls that like girls that like furs, okay
[Verse 7]
Can't nobody do them things we do
And can't nobody touch me like you do
Can't nobody love me like you do
And can't nobody be like me and you
Written by: Ashanti Douglas, Irving Lorenzo, K. Smith, Shyne