 [Obie Trice]
Ya’ll don’t see me in the hood
It’s ‘cause I’m doing this man
[Obie Trice]
Niggas I’m still grinding (yea)
I’m still hearing those sirens (whoo
whoo)
I’m still getting chased by those
lights
Only the lights lime and my mic’s on
(unh)
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 (fo’ sho)
And I can’t let ya’ll derail me man
I got young Kobe homie, you gotta
let go of Obie
‘Cause Obie be back (We ain’t going
nowhere man)
We get them craps going on and
that “Yac” going on
Soon as a nigga touch down, back
from touring
It’s whatever (whatever), put that
on the cheddah man
But in the meantime it’s Jimmy Iovine
time (fo’ sho)
Chase cheese rhyme till my voice
give out (fo’ sho)
This is it my niggas, this what we
boast about
Now I’m here, so shut your
motherfucking mouth
And show me love bitch
[Chorus]
I just wanna love you, for the rest
of my life
[Obie Trice In Background] I don’t
love you bitch, ha, haha, right
I wanna hold you in the morning,
hold you through the night
[Obie Trice In Background] We
wanna love alcohol,
we wanna love guns, we wanna love
money,
we don’t wanna love no bitches
though
I just wanna love you, for the rest
of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning,
hold you through the night
[Eminem]
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, its 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, yeah the whole
kit-n-kaboodle
I’m just brutal, its 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
[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 In Background] 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
[50 Cent]
My boys is crazy in the hood, they
holla my name
If it ain’t about the flow it’s about
the stones and the chain (yea)
If I was you, I’d love men too, I roll
like a boss
911 Porsche same color as cranberry
sauce (whoo!)
I ain’t gonna front, I thought R. Kelly
was the shit (uh huh)
Let me find out he fucking ‘round
with Bow Wow bitch
Niggas eating popcorn right,
rewinding the tape
Now shorty’ momma in the precinct
hollering rape
I’m convinced man, something really
wrong with these hoes
I thought Lil’ Kim was hot, till she
start fucking with her nose
(goddamn!)
Used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap
my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD, it 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 to help Ashanti hit
them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charli B’more to
deep throat
Yea!
[Chorus]
I just wanna love you, for the rest
of my life
[50 Cent In Background] I love the
burners, the money, the bunnies,
I just wanna hold ya, hahaha
I wanna hold you in the morning,
hold you through the night
I just wanna love you, for the rest
of my life
[50 Cent In Background] I just
wanna love ya
I wanna hold you in the morning,
hold you through the night
[50 Cent] Yea!
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