(feat. Obie Trice, 50 Cent)
[Verse 1]
[Obie Trice]
You don’t see me in the hood
It’s cause I’m doing this man
Niggas, I’m still grinding, (yeah…)
I’m still hearing those sirens
I’m still getting chased by those lights
Only the light’s lime and my mic’s on
And my time is none because I’m writing more
And I ain’t here to meet a soul in this business
I’m here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this (for sure…)
And I can’t let y’all derail me man,
I got young Kobe, homie
You gotta let go of Obie
‘Cause Obie be back, (ain’t goin’ nowhere man…)
We got them craps going on
and that yak going on
Soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin’, it’s whatever
Put that on the cheddar, man
But in the meantime
It’s Jimmy Iovine time:
chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out
This is it my nigga, this what we boast about
Now I’m here so shut your motherfuckin mouth
And show me love bitch
[CHORUS]
[Obie Trice]
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (I dont love you bitch)
I wanna hold you in the morning, (Ha)
hold you through 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 morning, (we wanna love money)
hold you through the night.. (Ha) (we don’t wanna love bitches though)
[Verse 2]
[Eminem]
There’s a certain mystique when I speak
that you notice that’s sorta unique
cause you know it’s me
My poetry’s deep
and I’m stillmatic 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 strapped
just knowing 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 cockamamie
You just ain’t zany enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle
My clock’s cuckoo
I got screws loose
Yeah, the whole kit and kaboodle,
I’m just brutal.
It’s no rumor, I’m numero uno,
Assumin’, there’s no humor in it no more, you know
I’m rollin with a swollen bowling ball in my bag,
You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You better love me bitch
[CHORUS]
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
I wanna hold you in the morning,
hold you through the night
[Obie Trice]
(and all the bitches say)
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
I wanna hold you in the morning,
hold you through the night
[Verse 3]
[50 Cent]
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 Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain’t gonna front, I thought R-Kelly was tha shit
Then we find out he fucking ’round with Bow Wow bitch
Niggas eatin popcorn, right, rewinding the tape
Now shorty mama in the precinct hollerin’ rape
I’m convinced man something really wrong with these hoes
I thought Lil’ Kim was hot then she start fucking with her nose (God Damn)
Used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD that didn’t have no beats (uh-huh)
That boy D’Angelo, he determined not to fail
That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell
My back shots will help Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charlie B-more to deep-throat (yeah!)
[CHORUS]
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life (I love the burners, the money, the bunnies)
I wanna hold you in the morning (I just wanna hold you ha ha ha)
hold you through the night
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning (I just wanna love you)
hold you through the night
Yeah!
Thanks to Bernard for submitting Love Me Lyrics.
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