Obie Trice - Love Me (Obie Trice Eminem 50 Cent) текст песни

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(intro)
You don't see me in the hood
its because I'm doin' this man

(Obie Trice)

Niggas im still grindin'
I'm still hearin' those sirens
I'm still gettin' chased by those lights
only the light's lime and my mics on
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 and speak until these ho's feel this
and i cant let y'all derail me man
i got young Kobie homie, you gotta let go of Obie
because Obie be back
we got them craps goin' on, and that yack goin' on
soon as a nigga touch down, back from torn
its whatever, put that on the cheddar man
but in the mean time, its Jimmy Iveen time
chased cheese rhyme 'til my voice give out
this is it my niggaz, this what we boast about
now I'm here, so shut your mother fuckin' mouth
and show me love bitch

Chorus x2

I just wanna love ya
for the rest of my life
i wanna hold you in the morn'
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 its 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, its knowin' 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, its cockamamie
you just ain't zany enough, to rock with Shady
my noodle is cockadoodle, my clock is coo-coo
I got screws loose, yeah the whole kit 'n' caboodle
I'm just brutal, its not 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 x2

(50 Cent)

My boys is crazy in the hood,
they holler my name
if it ain't about the flow its bout the stones and the chain
if i was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss
9/11 Porsche, same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't goin' front, I thought R Kelly was the shit
let me find out, he fucked around with Bow Wow bitch
niggaz eatin' popcorn, right rewinding and the tape
now shory momma in the precinct, hollerin' rape
I'm convinced man, there's something really wrong with these hos
i thought Lil Kim was hot 'til she started fuckin' with her nose
I used to listen to Lauren Hill, and tap my feet
then the bitch put out a CD that didn't have no beat
that boy D'Angelo, he's determined not to fail
that nigga went bald ass for his record to sell
my back shots to help Ashanti hit them high notes
and Big Ben taught Charlie B Moore to deep throat

Chorus X2

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