Nas - You Gonna Luv Me (Remix) lyrics

It's Da Backwudz, y'knahmtalkinbout? Once again with Nas, Slim Thug Talk to 'em homey! [Slim Thug] You gotta love me mayne You gotta love me mayne, why would hate me mayne? I'm a young n***a on the grind gettin paper mayne I'm the six-six tall baller draped in chains It ain't my fault your girlfriend wanna date me mayne I'm with them Backwud boys blowin back woods H-Town to A-Town, always keep the sacks good From the hood, Northside of the city Where them boys turn corners and them 'llacs lookin pretty Fo's crawlin, you can tell that I'm ballin NexTel stay rangin cause them boppers is callin Boyz N Blue, Boss Hogg Outlawz Ridin toppers through the town in them candy L-Dawgs (geah) That's how we do it down in Texas, city of the H Where instead of 9 to 5's, boys pushin weight We go-getters, side hustle flow spitters Still hungry for the green on the hunt for mo' figures (Dat Backwudz, dat Backwudz, dat Backwudz, go) [Da Backwudz - Big Marc] I'm still comin down, painted like Crayola My page-ola stackin like Palace or Coke-Cola I'm cold as deep freeze, I scope 'em like heatseekers Snatch up and I bang her with my meat cleaver Oh; weight shiftin how we burn calories Saturated fats, pockets no {?} in my salary (What's my name) Big Marc, see me in a big car Fo'-fifty-fo', drankin XO [Da Backwuds - Sho'Nuff] Okay, check my attire, sit higher than bird wire Pirellis like elevators, my doors is suicidal I'm mack-nificent, flashin like paparazzi Hustle flows Million Dollar Man, DiBiase (ohh!) In any suits, a Chevy no Beamer Coupe Mo' game than Maxx Payne, your lady playin my flute (yeah) Because we keep it gutter (gutter) pistols pop your bubble Queensbridge (Nasty Nas) H-Town, Slim Thugga (A-Town!) N.Y., stand up man (Backwudz!) Nasty Nas, Illmatic, let's do it! [Nas] Know I've been around, bought the cars Played the game, wore the ice Hit the hoes; can't repeat the same habits all my life Shot the guns, had the run Popped the trunk, QB style Let it loose, hundred shots All y'all standin one of y'all drop (woo!) From this cannon that I got Me and my man'll run to your block See if our Land'll brighten your knot You understandin why we so hot? Expensive clothes, different flows Bentley Benz, Range Rov's Rolls Royce; all because my gold voice is so choice Lame n***a, I flame n***as whoever came wit'cha I got retire out the game figures But I'mma stay and hit'cha, no I'm not playin wit'cha Yachts lay in the river Out to take yo' cash if I ain't made it wit'cha I hope you hate a n***a like me Cause I'm loved, by your wifey I'm a thug by day, a k**er nightly In the sheets with a freak, or with heat on the street I make money, take yo' honey to the top floor suite C'mon! (Told ya! You gon' love me, yeahhhh) [Outro - repeat 2X] It's Da Backwudz, slabbin through yo' back hood We got dem thangs that'll make Shaq act good Known to put dem shiny thangs on the 'llac hoods Known to do a little dance if they act good {*sped up sample to end: "You're gonna love me!"*}