笨小笨We Shine歌词由Uncle Ill&Eminem演唱，出自专辑《The Chrome Files: A Hip Hop Story， Vol. 8》，下面是《We Shine》完整版歌词！
We Shine歌词完整版
Real
"Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme"
"Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it" (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme"
"Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme"
"Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it" (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme"
"Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme"
"Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it" (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme"
"Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme"
"Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it" (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme"
I'm back in s**t, packin' s**t, while stackin' s**t
If anyone steps up askin' s**t, I'm blastin' s**t
You gone fade me, but swinging like Peter Parker
********** the shop, I'll wreck the Goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn't be a **** MC if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so here's a flashback
"You couldn't be s**t, if you came out my asscrack"
Stop frontin kid, you know you ain't paid
And the only mic/Mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain't nothin lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the s**t, cause its startin to draw flies
You're played like my five-year-old's newborn toys
Don't know s**t about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz
Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways
That's rough like my face when I haven't shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take heed
When I c**k and squeeze, no more MC's breathe (none)
I'm sick of this, here's my final diss
**** you dumb ****** you ain't s**t like piss
"Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme"
"Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it" (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme"
"Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme"
"Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it" (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme"
My Smith and Wessy got you layin in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for your ass on Sally Jessy
We squash beef in the mo', when you ain't breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like Steven Seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, Detroit's a madhouse
So I don't get offended when I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more s**t missin than a Lil' Kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to live paid
You get your crib sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your rib cage
Get the gauge, c**k it back, empty your pockets, Jack
Or I'mma send you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib steal your s**t and lock it back
Ten-year-old kids be standin on the block with gats
Just for livin nowadays'll get you flocked with bats
Where I'm from...yaknow what'm sayin? That's some old Detroit s**t
Y'all wouldn't know about that s**t, though, 'less you come
To my city, ya know what'm sayin? See where we live
Cause we shine
"Real rough and rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?)
"When I bust on the mic, I bust real hard rhyme"
