Good Ol Love

(album: A Long Hot Summer - 2004)

Give me some of that good ol' love
Ohhhh, let me make you, you
Give me some of that good ol' love
Whoa, ohhh

"Put your hands together and show your love for the
One and only!"
Hey yo, the world gon' show me some love, listen
And I'm not talking 'bout the fakes hugs and kissing
Fifteen years, a lot of love is missing
I done already showed I'm not above the dissing
I'mma take what I'm owed, won' wait 'til I'm old
The game got rules and y'all breaking the code
Y'all don't really think I can be hot in the club
Y'all think I'm washed up like I got in the tub but
I'm keeping it popping, the streets watching
I'm keeping 'em locked and the beat knocking
Hear me coming with this song that I brung in
Daddy-O told me this when I was still a young'un
"Ain't nothing like hip hop music
That's why we choose it and the world just can't refuse it"
This shit is underground like a gopher
Show a little love 'fore it's over

Give me some of that good ol' love
Ohhhh, let me make you, you
Give me some of that good ol' love
Whoa, ohhh

Got to be the real thing
Something you feel thing
Come on, let me make you sing
"Gimme that good ol' love"
Got to be the real thing
Something you feel thing
Come on, let me make you sing

Let me put y'all on like a bulb in the socket
In the club niggas knock it with' a dub in the pocket
They walk in the store, I love when they cop it
Make you other rappers struggle to top it
But this man flow with the greatest ease
Never did care about the haters, please
He done paid his dues, paid his fees
He done stayed overseas, made his G's
But now I got a wife and she bad as Halle
Her moms is a militant, dad is rowdy
The fans kind of act like they glad I'm outtie
But they prolly sitting at home sad and pouty
You show me some love, I'mma show it right back
I know a tight track so I throw it like that
My limo driver's white, my attorney black
"Show me some love" like I'm Bernie Mac

Give me some of that good ol' love
Ohhhh, let me make you, you
Give me some of that good ol' love
Whoa, ohhh

Got to be the real thing
Something you feel thing
Come on, let me make you sing
"Gimme that good ol' love"
Got to be the real thing
Something you feel thing
Come on, let me make you sing

This is for my Shaolin shooters and my Brooklyn teens
Uptown Bronx and them crooks in Queens
I work like a maid when she cooks and cleans
Cause it's about to be a wrap from the looks of things
The game is changed, the game is strange
The game is lame and it ain't the same
But that's how it is, you can ask Giz
You can ask Biz, we did it for the kids
Listen here, this is different here
If you got an eye for detail and efficient ear
I won't disappear, I'mma keep on giving
I'mma keep on living, I'mma keep being driven
I'm down to earth and I'm close to ground
And spit shit better than most around
This how hip hop is supposed to sound
Tear them other cats' posters down now

Give me some of that good ol' love
Ohhhh, let me make you, you
Give me some of that good ol' love
Whoa, ohhh

Got to be the real thing
Something you feel thing
Come on, let me make you sing
"Gimme that good ol' love"
Got to be the real thing
Something you feel thing
Come on, let me make you sing

Give me some of that good ol' love
Ohhhh, let me make you, you
Give me some of that good ol' love
Whoa, ohhh

New York, New Jersey, Philly, D.C., Virginia
Chi-Town, St. Louis, Houston, Atlanta
Los Angeles, San Francisco
England, Scotland, Germany, Austria
Sweden, Switzerland, France, Italy
Croatia, Spain, Slovenia, Japan
Austria, Africa, show me love

"Show me some love motherfucker, show me some love"