Lyrics

[Sample] 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!" -> Steve Harvey [Verse 1] Hey yo, the world gon' show me some love, listen And I'm not talkin' 'bout the fakes hugs and kissin' Fifteen years, a lot of love is missin' I done already showed I'm not above the dissin' I'ma take what I'm owed, won' wait 'til I'm old The game got rules and y'all breakin' 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 keepin' it poppin', the streets watchin' I'm keepin' 'em locked and the beat knockin' Hear me comin' with this song that I brung in Daddy-O told me this when I was still a young'un "Ain't nothin' 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 [Sample] Give me some of that good ol' love Ohhhh, let me make you, you Give me some of that good ol' love Whoa, ohhh [*Overlapping* sample] 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 [Verse 2] Let me put y'all on like a bulb in the socket In the club niggaz knock it wit' 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 sittin' at home sad and pouty You show me some love, I'ma 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 [Sample] Give me some of that good ol' love Ohhhh, let me make you, you Give me some of that good ol' love Whoa, ohhh [*Overlapping* sample] 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 [Verse 3] 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 Cuz 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 Iz 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'ma keep on givin' I'ma keep on livin', I'ma keep bein' 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 [Sample] Give me some of that good ol' love Ohhhh, let me make you, you Give me some of that good ol' love Whoa, ohhh [*Overlapping* sample] 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 [Sample] Give me some of that good ol' love Ohhhh, let me make you, you Give me some of that good ol' love Whoa, ohhh [Outro {*overlapping sample*}] 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
Writer(s): Patrick Douthit, D. Clear, Duval A Clear, Patrick Denard Douthit Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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