Good Ol Love

Give me some of that good ol' love

Oh, let me make you, you

Give me some of that good ol' love

Lord

Put your hands together and show your love

For the one and only

Hey yo, the world gonna show me some love, listen

And I'm not talkin' 'bout the fakes hugs and kissin'

Fifteen years, a lot of love is missing

I done already showed I'm not above the dissin'

Imma take what I'm owed

Won't wait till I'm old

Games got ruse and ya'll breaking the code

Ya'll don't really think I can be hot in the club

Ya'll 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 oh told me this when I was a young'n

Ain't nothing like hip-hop music

That's why we chose it and the world just can't refuse it

This shit is underground, like a gopher

Show a little love 'fore it's over

Give me some of that good ol' love

Got to be the real thing

Something-you-can-feel thing

Come on let me make you sing

Gimme that good ol' love

Give me some of that good ol' love

Got to be the real thing

Something-you-can-feel thing

Come on let me make you sing

Let me put ya'll on like a bulb in the socket

In the club **** 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

And never did care about the haters, please

He done paid his dues, paid his fees

He done stayed overseas, made his Gs

But now I got a wife and she bad as Halie

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

Give me some of that good ol' love

Got to be the real thing

Something-you-can-feel thing

Come on let me make you sing

Gimme that good ol' love

Give me some of that good ol' love

Got to be the real thing

Something-you-can-feel thing

Come on let me make you sing

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

Cause it' about to be a rap 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 details and efficient ear

I won't disappear I'ma keep on givin'

I'ma keep on livin', I'ma keep being driven

I'm down to earth and I'm close to ground

And spit shit better than most around

This how hip-hop s'posed to sound

Tear them other cat's posters down now

Give me some of that good ol' love

Got to be the real thing

Something-you-can-feel thing

Come on let me make you sing

Gimme that good ol' love

Give me some of that good ol' love

Got to be the real thing

Something-you-can-feel thing

Come on let me make you sing

Give me some of that good ol' love

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

Show me some love, motherfucker

Show me some love