Jay-Z - I just wanna love you lyrics

Album: The Dynasty: Roc La Familia (2000)

Let´s go
Hov
Uh huh, Hov´
You, are, not, ready
Hov´, unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova

I am a hustler baby (I am a hustler)
I just want you to know (Want to let you know)
It ain´t where I been (It ain´t where I been)
But where I am bout to go (Top of the world)
Now I just want to love you (Just want to love you)
But be who I´m (you know you love me)
And with all this cash (mo´ money, mo´ problems])
You will forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don´t bullsh*t me
Come on, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

When the Remi´s in the system
Ain´t no tellin will I f*ck em will I diss em
That is what they be yellin
I am a pimp by blood, not relation
Y´all be chasin, I replace them
Huh, drunk of Crist´, mommy 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 is, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist´
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you & your Clovey glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Filth marked jeans, take that off

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don´t bullsh*t me
Come on, 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 bullsh*t me
Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

Yea, save the narrative you savin it for marriage
Let´s keep it real ma you savin it for cabbage
You want to see how far I ama go
How, much I am a 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
Fu*k it, I might wife you & buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really have got to ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips & your head´s priceless
Profess you love the Hov´, & I will 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 sold
Only way to roll, Jigga & two ladies
I am too cold, Motorola, two way page me, come on

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don´t bullsh*t me
Come on, 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 bullsh*t me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I am a hustler baby (uh, Hov´)
I just want you to know (Hov´)
It ain´t where I been
But where I am bout to go (Hov´, Hov´)
Now I just want to love you (young Hova)
But be who I´m (know you love me)
And with all this cash (mo´ money, mo´ problems)
You will forget your man

Yea, yea, yea
Same song, I am back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin & dubblins
Can´t deny me, why would you wanna
You need me, why don´t you try me
Baby you wanna, believe me, Hov´

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don´t bullsh*t me
Come on, 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 bullsh*t me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

You´ve got to
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh

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