Show Me Love Bitch (feat. Obie Trice, Carl Thomas) (Explicit)

歌詞

Ya'll don't see me in the hood It's cuz I'm doing this man Nigga's I'm still grindin (yeah) I'm still hearin those sirens I'm still gettin chased by those lights Only the light's mine and my mic's on And my time is none because I'm writin more And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business I'm here to eat, speak untill these hoes feel this {fo sho} And I can't let yall derail me man I got young coby, homie, you gotta let go of Obie Cause Obie be back (ain't goin no where man) we got them cracks Goin on And that yak going on Soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin It's whateva put that on the chedda man But in the meantime It's Jimmy ivene time (fo sho) Chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out,(fo sho) This is it my nigga this what we boast about Now I'm here so shut your motherfuckin mouth And show me love bitch I just wanna love For the rest of my life, {I dont love you bitch} I wanna hold you in the mornin {Ha} Hold you thru the night, {Hahaha} I just wanna love you For the rest of my life {We wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns} I wanna hold you in the mornin, {we wanna love money} Hold you thru the night, {Ha, we dont wanna love bitches though} There's a certain mistique when I speak That you notice that it's sorta unique Cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep And I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat You can't sit still It's like tryin to smoke crack and go to sleep I'm strap, just knowin any minute I could snap I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad lyrically It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry It ain't even money, you can't pay me enough For you to play me It's cock amamie, you just aint zanie enough to rock with Shady My noodle is cock adoodle, my clocks koo koo I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten kaboodel I'm just brutal, its no rumor, I'm numoro uno Assume it There's no humor in it, no more you know I'm rollin with a swollen bowlin ball in my bag You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass Em Saying You better love me, bitch I just wanna love, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning Hold you through the night (And all the bitches say) I just wanna love, for the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the morning Hold you through the night My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name If it ain't about the flow It's about the stones and the chain If I was you, I'd love me too I roll like a boss, 9-11 pause same colour as cranberry sauce I ain't gonna front, I thought R Kelly was da bomb Then we find out he fuckin round with bow wow bitch Nigga's eatin popcorn, right, rewinding the tape Now shorty momma in the precinct hollar'in "RAPE!" I'm convinced man something really wrong with these hoe's I thought little Kim was hot til she started fuckin wit her nose {God Damn} Use to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet, (Obie Trice) Then the bitch put out a CD that did'nt have no beat, (uh ha) That boy De angelo he determined not to fail That nigga whipped butt ass for his record to sell My back shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes And Big Ben taught Charlie b moore to deep throat