Songtekst
50 cent
Niggas, I'm still grinding, (yeah...)
I'm still hearing those sirens,
I'm still getting chased by those lights,
Only the light's mine and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writing more,
And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business,
I'm here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this, (for sure...)
and I can't let y'all derail me man,
I got young Kobe, homie, you gotta let go of Obie
cause Obie be back, (ain't goin' nowhere man...)
We got them craps going on
and that yak going on,
soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin',
It's whateva, put that on the chedda man,
but in the meantime, it's Jimmy Ivene time,
chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out,
this is it my nigga, this what we boast about,
Now I'm here so shut your motherfuckin mouth
And show me love bitch..
CHORUS
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (I dont love you bitch)
I wanna hold you in the morning, (Ha)
hold you through the night (Hahaha)
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life, (We wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns,)
I wanna hold you in the morning, (we wanna love money)
hold you through the night.. (Ha) (we don't wanna love bitches though)
Verse 2
(Eminem)
There's a certain mystique when I speak,
that you notice that it's sorta unique,
cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep,
and I'm stillmatic the way I flow to this beat,
you can't sit still, it's like tryin to smoke crack
and go to sleep, I'm strapped,
just knowing any minute I could snap,
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped,
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically,
it ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry,
it ain't even money, you can't pay me enough
for you to play me, it's cockamamie,
you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady,
my noodle is cockadoodle, my clocks cuckoo,
I got screws loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodle,
I'm just brutal, It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it,
there's no humor in it no more, you know
I'm rollin with a swollen bowling ball in my bag,
you need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
you better love me bitch
Vertaling
50 cent
Niggas, Ik ben nog steeds slijpen, (yeah. ..)
Ik ben nog steeds horen die sirenes,
Ik ben nog steeds achtervolgd door die lichten,
Alleen het licht is van mij en mijn mic's op
En mijn tijd is niemand, want ik schrijf meer,
En ik ben hier niet om een ziel te ontmoeten in deze business,
Ik ben hier om te eten, spreken, totdat deze schoffels voelen deze, (zeker ...)
en ik kan niet laten ontsporen y'all me man,
Ik kreeg jonge Kobe, homie, je moet laten gaan Obie
oorzaak Obie terug, (is niet goin 'nowhere man ...)
We hebben ze craps er aan de hand
en dat yak aan de hand,
Zodra een nigga touch down terug van tourin ',
Het is whateva, zet dat op de Chedda man,
maar in de tussentijd, het is Jimmy Ivene tijd,
chase kaas, rijm tot mijn stem geven,
dit is het my nigga, dit wat wij voorstaan,
Nu ben ik hier zo sluit je motherfuckin mond
En Show Me Love teef ..
CHORUS
Ik wil je liefde voor de rest van mijn leven, (