JAY Z – I JUST WANNA LOVE U (GIVE IT 2 ME

Lyrics

Let's go
Hov!
Uh huh, Hov'
You, are, not, ready
Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova
I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler]
I just want you to know [Wanna let you know]
It aint where I been [It aint where I been]
But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!]
Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you]
But be who I am [you know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
[Verse 1]
When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin
Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin, I replace them, huh?
Drunk off Crist', mami 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's, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe 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 bullshit me
C'mon, 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 bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
[Verse 2]
Yeah, save the narrative, you savin it for marriage
Let's keep it real ma, you savin it for karats
You wanna see how far I'ma go
How, much I'ma 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
Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless
Profess you love the Hov', and I'll 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's soul
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, 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 bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a hustler baby [uh, Hov']
I just want you to know [Hov']
It aint where I been
But where I'm bout to go [Hov', Hov']
Now I just wanna love you [young Hova]
But be who I am [know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, I'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., Bubblin' in Dublin
Can't deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why don't you try me
Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, 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 bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
You gotta...
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh

Paroles (Traduction)

Allons-y
Hov!
Uh huh, Hov'
Toi, n'es, pas, prêt
Hov', imparable, Dynastie, jeune Hova
Je suis un hustler bébé [je suis un hustler]
Je veux juste que tu saches [je veux te le dire]
Ce n'est pas d'où je viens [ce n'est pas d'où je viens]
Mais où je m'apprête à aller [au sommet du monde!]
Maintenant je veux juste t'aimer [juste t'aimer]
Tout en restant fidèle à moi-même [tu sais que tu m'aimes]
Et avec tout cet argent [plus d'argent, plus de problèmes]
Tu oublieras ton homme
Maintenant donne-le moi
Donne-moi ce funk, ce sucré, ce dégueulasse, ce truc mouillé
Mais ne me raconte pas de salades
Allez, donne-moi ce funk, ce sucré, ce dégueulasse, ce truc mouillé
[Refrain]
Quand le Remi est dans le système, on ne sait pas
Vais-je les baiser, vais-je les diss, c'est ce qu'ils crient
Je suis un mac par le sang, pas par relation
Vous les poursuivez, je les remplace, hein?
Ivre de Cristal, maman sous ecstasy
Elle ne peut pas garder ses petites mains de mannequin loin de moi
Tous les deux en boîte, défoncés, chantant faux
"Et je souhaite ne jamais l'avoir rencontrée..."
Ça s'arrange, on commande un autre tour
Ça va, ça va s'enflammer
J'ai six filles mannequins, six bouteilles de Cristal
Quatre Belvédères, de la weed partout
Que dis-tu, moi, toi et tes lunettes Chloe
Allons quelque part en privé où nous pouvons discuter mode
Comme, un chemisier Prada, un soutien-gorge Gucci
Des jeans marqués de saleté, enlève ça
Donne-le moi
Donne-moi ce funk, ce sucré, ce

Thématique Réussite

Style Hip-hop

Keywords Fête, Succès

Entités normées Neptunes, The Dynasty: Roc La Familia