Love Of My Life (An Ode To Hip Hop)(Instrumental) feat. Common

歌詞

Don't you give up Keep goin', Keep goin', Keep goin', uh (repeat over the following) If you're not ready You'd better get yourself together Funk you up, we gon' funk you up Hook; Love of my life Ring, ding, dong, ring-a, ding, ding, dong Ring, ding, dong, ring-a, ding, ding, dong Love of my life Ring, ding, dong, ring-a, ding, ding, dong Ring, ding, dong, ring-a, ding, ding, dong Love of my life freak, freak, da freak, da funk, funk seperate the good stuff from the junk and then I bang, bang, the bump, the bump girl my name is Apples and I rock your world Worldwide, do your math 30, 26, 36 1/2 I hope that you will realize I got the hazel eyes that make you nitrified step in the back and step to the front come alive ya'll I'll give you what you want the rhymes I got plenty, degrees 120 and if you want some then jump the fuck in it Hook repeat I'd like to introduce muself Queen L.A.T.I.F.A.H. is my name Jersey, what's poppin', we ain't gon' stop and Keep'em heads boppin', the remix droppin' Big girl, big trucks, big whips, Whip up Black see for you only got my back, shut your lips up! Do it, turn it up, wow!, we gon' burn it up Take anther pool and pass out on the fumiture Hip-Hop, all of me, I just wanna party Grab somebody, sing "La-ti-dad-dy" It's 7-P la, suits to di-dor-dora Erykah Badu, Angie, me, Bahamadia You know it feels right, it's the... hey! Hook repeat C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, yeah, Angie Stone Before I bring you into this zone I think I better let you know that I am Angie Stone I put the hands on the paper, things gotta change up I wanna sing, but I think I better hold up B. got beehive, you gotta a low ride Can't stop, won't stop, rockin till I die As I flip the Hip^Hop ddrops on ya You fo' real? Soulsinger Rollin Erykah, Queen, me-Angie, Bahamadia Original... Angie P.C.K, that's me I can rock you so dangerously Hook repeat Baham-baham-bahamadia, Baham-baham-bahamadia... What's the deal? My name's Bahamadia Ain't no chick in the game who get it done like me Huh, I've been chosen by G.O.D To show the whole world the meanig of MC Look, I be in dope with a thing called Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop) People together like B-Boy in shell tops And it don't stop because we can't quit I wanna getcha, it's built in the up lift I beat dawgs wit microphone disiss Soloist with the iller dope accent A livin legend, baby throw me on the track and I'm gaurenteed, Bahamadia get it crackin' Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up (Sit back down!) Funk you right on up, we gon' funk you right on up (We gon' funk you boy!) Funk you right on up, we gon' funk you right on up If you not ready, you better get yourself together We gon' funk you up, we gon' funk you up We gon' have a real good time, don't care about the weather We gon' funk you up, we gon' funk you up Love of my life, you are my friend, I can depend Love of my life, without you baby, feels like a simple true love Yeah, but shit ain't clear, but this shit ain't clear, yeah Ring, ding, dong, ring-a, ding, ding, dong (repeat over the followings) Funk you right on up, we gon' funk you right on up Funk you right on up, we gon' funk you right on up If you not ready, you better get yourself together We gon' funk you up, we gon' funk you up We gon' have a real good time, don't care about the weather We gon' funk you up, we gon' funk you up (repeat x2) Sayin' Ring, ding, dong, ring-a, ding, ding, dong Ring, ding, dong, ring-a, ding, ding, dong