Love Me [Dvd] [Live]

You don't see me in the hood

It's 'cause I'm doing this man



Niggas, I'm still grinding, I 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



An' I ain't here to meet a soul in this business

I'm here to eat, speak until these hoe's feel this

And I can't let y'all derail me, man

I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go off Obie



'Cause Obie be back, we got them craps going on

And that yak going on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from town

It's forever, put that on the cheddar, man

But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time



Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out

This is it my niggas, this what we boast about

Now I'm here, so shut your motherfucking mouth

And show me love, bitch



I just wanna love you for the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night



There's a certain mystique when I speak that you notice

That's sort of 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 trying to smoke crack and go to sleep



I'm strapped, it's known 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 coo-coo

I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, I'm just brutal



It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it

There's no humor in it, no more you know

I'm rolling 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



I just wanna love you for the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the morn, 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 'bout the stones and the chain

If I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss

Nine Eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce



I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit

Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow bitch

Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape

Now shorty mama in the precinct, hollering rape



I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with these hoe's

I thought Lil' Kim was hot 'til she start fucking with her nose

I used to listen to Lauryn Hill and tap my feet

Then the bitch put out a CD, it didn't have no beats



That boy D'Angelo, he determined not to fail

That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to sell

My back shots'll help Ashanti hit them high notes

And Big Ben taught Charli B'More to deep throat



I just wanna love you for the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life

I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night