Good Ol Love
(专辑: 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"