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 mine 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 buisness,
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 whateva, put that on the chedda man,
but in the meantime, it´s Jimmy Ivene 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 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 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 cockadoodle, my clocks cuckoo,
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodle,
It´s no rumor, I´m numero uno, assume it,
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 bus, 9-11 pulse same colour 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 momma in the precinct hollerin rape,
i´m convinced man something really wrong with these hoes,
I thought L´il 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 shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes,
and Big Ben told Charlie to be more than deepthroat
CHORUS
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life,
I wanna hold you in the morning, (I luv´a burnish the monies, the bunnies)
hold you through the night(I just wanna hold you
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 |