Obie Trice, Eminem, 50 Cent - Love Me (OST 8 Mille) | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Obie Trice, Eminem, 50 Cent
• Love Me (OST 8 Mille)

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
Niggas, I'm still grinding
I'm 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
And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak, until these ho's feel this
And I can't let y'all derail me, man,
I got Young Kobie homie, you gotta let go of Obie
‘Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man)
We got them craps going on
And that yac going on, soon as a nigga touch down,
Back from touring
It's whatever, 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

[Hook:]
I just wanna love you
For the rest of my life
(I don't love you, bitch)

I wanna hold you in the morning,
Hold you through the night

(Right, we wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns, we wanna love money, we don't wanna love no bitches, though)

I just wanna love,
For the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning,
Hold you through the night

[Verse 2: Eminem]
There's a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice
That sort of 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 trying 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 cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
I got screws loose, yeah, the whole kitten-kaboodle,
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 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

[Hook:]
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,
For the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning,
Hold you through the night

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]
My boyz 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 bus, 9-11 pulse same color as cranberry sauce,
I ain't gonna front, I thought R-Kelly was the 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 hollering rape,
I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with these hoes,
I thought Lil' Kim was hot
Then she start fucking with her nose (goddamn)
Used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet,
Then the bitch put out a CD that 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 shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes,
And Big Ben taught Charlie B-more to deepthroat

[Hook:]
I just wanna love you
For the rest of my life

[50 Cent]
(I luv'a burnish the monies, the bunnies, I just wanna hold you)

I wanna hold you in the morning,
Hold you through the night
I just wanna love,
For the rest of my life

[50 Cent]
(I just wanna love you)

I wanna hold you in the morning,
Hold you through the night

Yeah!

Obie Trice, Eminem, 50 Cent еще тексты