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Letra actual de la canción
[Obie Trice]<br />You don't see me in the hood, it's cause I'm doing this man<br /><br />Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens<br />I'm still getting chased by those lights<br />Only the light's lime, and my mic's on<br />And my time is none, because I'm writing more<br />I don't hear to meet a soul in this business<br />I'm here to eat, speak, until these ho's feel this<br />I ain't gonna let you derail me, man<br />I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go of Obie<br />'Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man) we got them craps going on<br />And that rap going on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from town<br />It's forever, put that on the cheddar, man<br />But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time<br />Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out<br />This is it my niggas, this what we boast about<br />Now I'm here, so shut your motherfucking mouth, and show me love, bitch<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />I just wanna love, for the rest of my life (I don't love you, bitch)<br />I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night<br />(Right we wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns, we wanna love money<br />we don't love no bitches, though)<br />I just wanna love, for the rest of my life<br />I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night<br /><br />[Eminem]<br />There's a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice<br />'Cause it's sort of unique 'cause you know it's me<br />My poetry's deep, and I'm stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat<br />You can't sit still, it's like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep<br />I'm strapped, it's known any minute I could snap<br />I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped<br />I bully these rappers so bad lyrically<br />It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money<br />You can't pay me enough for you to play me<br />It's cockamamey you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady<br />My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo<br />I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, I'm just brutal<br />It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it, there's no more humor in it, you<br />know<br />I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag<br />You need a fag and tear a near hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />[50 Cent]<br />And all the bitches say<br />My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name<br />If it ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones and the chain<br />If I was you, I'd love men too, I roll like a boss<br />Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce<br />I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit<br />Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow bitch<br />Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape<br />Now shorty mama in precinct, hollering rape<br />I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with these ho's<br />I thought Lil' Kim was hot, 'til she start fucking with her nose<br />I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet<br />Then the bitch put out a CD and didn't have no beats<br />That nigga D'Angelo, he determined not to fail<br />That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to sell<br />My back shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes<br />And Big Ben taught Charli B'More to deep throat (yea)<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[50 Cent]<br />I love the burners, the money, the bunnies, I just wanna hold you, ha ha<br />I just wanna love you, yea
Letra nueva de la canción
[Obie Trice]<br />You don't see me in the hood, it's cause I'm doing this man<br /><br />Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens<br />I'm still getting chased by those lights<br />Only the light's lime, and my mic's on<br />And my time is none, because I'm writing more<br />I don't hear to meet a soul in this business<br />I'm here to eat, speak, until these ho's feel this<br />I ain't gonna let you derail me, man<br />I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go of Obie<br />'Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man) we got them craps going on<br />And that rap going on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from town<br />It's forever, put that on the cheddar, man<br />But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time<br />Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out<br />This is it my niggas, this what we boast about<br />Now I'm here, so shut your motherfucking mouth, and show me love, bitch<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />I just wanna love, for the rest of my life (I don't love you, bitch)<br />I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night<br />(Right we wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns, we wanna love money<br />we don't love no bitches, though)<br />I just wanna love, for the rest of my life<br />I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you in the night<br /><br />[Eminem]<br />There's a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice<br />'Cause it's sort of unique 'cause you know it's me<br />My poetry's deep, and I'm stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat<br />You can't sit still, it's like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep<br />I'm strapped, it's known any minute I could snap<br />I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped<br />I bully these rappers so bad lyrically<br />It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money<br />You can't pay me enough for you to play me<br />It's cockamamey you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady<br />My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo<br />I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, I'm just brutal<br />It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it, there's no more humor in it, you<br />know<br />I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag<br />You need a fag and tear a near hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />[50 Cent]<br />And all the bitches say<br />My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name<br />If it ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones and the chain<br />If I was you, I'd love men too, I roll like a boss<br />Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce<br />I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit<br />Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow bitch<br />Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape<br />Now shorty mama in precinct, hollering rape<br />I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with these ho's<br />I thought Lil' Kim was hot, 'til she start fucking with her nose<br />I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet<br />Then the bitch put out a CD and didn't have no beats<br />That nigga D'Angelo, he determined not to fail<br />That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to sell<br />My back shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes<br />And Big Ben taught Charli B'More to deep throat (yea)<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[50 Cent]<br />I love the burners, the money, the bunnies, I just wanna hold you, ha ha<br />I just wanna love you, yea
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