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

Whoa, oh

Put your hands together and show your love for the

One and only!

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'mma 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

Give me some of that good ol' love

Oh, let me make you, you

Give me some of that good ol' love

Whoa, ohhh

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

Let me put y'all on like a bulb in the socket

In the club niggas 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'mma 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

Oh, let me make you, you

Give me some of that good ol' love

Whoa, oh

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

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 Giz

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'mma keep on givin'

I'mma keep on livin', I'mma 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

Give me some of that good ol' love

Oh, let me make you, you

Give me some of that good ol' love

Whoa, oh

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

Give me some of that good ol' love

Ohhhh, let me make you, you

Give me some of that good ol' love

Whoa, oh

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