I Just Wanna Love U

• 專輯：The Dynasty
• 發行：2000-11-07
• 演唱：Jay-Z

作詞: MASON BETHA, DERIC MICHEAL ANGELETTIE, SEAN COMBS, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, RICK JAMES, CHAD HUGO, PHARR 作曲: MASON BETHA, DERIC MICHEAL ANGELETTIE, SEAN COMBS, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, RICK JAMES, CHAD HUGO, PHARR
Let's go, Hov
Uh huh, Hov'
You, are, not, ready
Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova
I'm a hustler baby (I'm a hustler) I just want you to know (Wanna let you know)
It ain't where I been (It aint where I been) But where I'm bout to go (Top of the world!)
Now I just wanna love you (just wanna love you) But be who I am (you know you love me)
And with all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems) You'll forget your man, now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff , but don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin'
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin', I replace them, huh?
Drunk off Crist', mami on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
"And I wish I never met her at all"
It gets better, ordered another round
It's, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Filth Mart jeans, take that off
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
Yeah, save the narrative, you savin' it for marriage, let's keep it real ma, you savin' it for karats
You wanna see how far I'm a go, how, much I'ma spend but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero, might buy you Crist', but that about it
Might light your wrist, but that about it, fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick, know how to work your hips and your head's priceless
Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down, get you bling like the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold, ladies love me long time like 2Pac's soul
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies, I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a hustler baby (uh, Hov') I just want you to know (Hov')
It aint where I been, but where I'm bout to go (Hov', Hov')
Now I just wanna love you (young Hova) But be who I am (know you love me)
And with all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems) You'll forget your man
Same song, I'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls from, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., Bubblin' in Dublin, can't deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why don't you try me, baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
You gotta, give it to me