love), gimme love (any kind of love) A whole lotta love (any kind of love), gimme love, yeah yeah yeah And it all comes down to this (Solo) I need a love
Traduzione: Storm. Gimme Love.
hustle by the store Chorus (2x) Magic: (Where you at whodi?) Im ova here shaggy Smokin my do-do in the mo-mo in the black navi Bitches will love to
over yourself Every interview I read it's like your blowing yourself Putting doe on your shelf? Stop hoeing yourself You're a herb, look at you, you know it yourself! I showed you love
you gotta roll through anyway now don't scream, don't fight fear never ever made it go away same ghost town as yesterday made you feel like love was miles
fiends shoot me up in they vein They play my jam out in the park Gimme ghetto gold, keep your Billboard chart When I walk through the [Name] I get love
, the neighbor call the cops But I won't do a date upstate I just perform that old Mike Tyson play and cry out RAPE Before you burst, gimme my keys, stop
hell If there's space Give me room to breathe That's all that I need for this body can't fail And if music be the food of love Play on, give me excess
shot away It's just a shot away Rape, murder! It's just a shot away It's just a shot away The floods is threat'ning My very life today Gimme, gimme
a shot away It's just a shot away Rape, murder! It's just a shot away It's just a shot away The floods Is threat'ning My very life today Gimme, gimme
lacing the liquor with some piss and some Lysol roll in a shit-brown Lincoln, eatin' a sticky bun spot-check the block, big one is gonna gimme some cause
rocks Get rocked, entertainment for thugs A few say it was rappin Must claim it was drugs That made it happen Come threw slappin behind yellow tents Bitches love it sayin gimme
ll sit in a box Gimme three hots and a cot before I snitch to the cops Six foot ditch pam box covered with rocks Tombstone ready die for the love of his
figure it's the love that keeps you warm. Let this moment be forever, we won't ever feel the storm. I ain't no vision, I am the man who loves you
the water their buckets to fill. I can still see the shells fallin' out of their hands As they follow each other back up the hill. Sara, Sara, Sweet virgin angel, sweet love
up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, bitch, gimme your shit Fresh out