"Show You How To Love Me" lyrics
E-40 & Brandy Haze Lyrics
You ain't gotta tell me, oh no
I'ma show you how to love me
Pimp game, though
I'm from where they rob from the rich, and they rob from the poor
Where morals and values that don't exist anymore
So it's time to change the landscape and break the cycle
By any means necessary, we call it survival
Play the game for what it's worth 'cause it can turn for the worse
Bet' not think that it's sweet, partner, this ain't dessert
Be happy you give or be careful in how you flaunt it
Whatever move that you make, pray on it
I'm loafed up, I'm getting my dough, I'm having my bread
Not the number two pencil, but I stay with the lead
We ride old-school, factors decisions
Fuel-injected muscle cars with advanced safety systems
Refurbished and garnished without a lick of that Bondo
Two-tone plank with tremendous rumble
Money talk, it's like Manute Bol, son
I'm in the big leagues and I'm out here having my funds (Bitch)
You ain't gotta tell me, oh no
I'ma show you how to love me
You ain't gotta tell me, oh no
I'ma show you how to love me
Hear me out, uh-oh
Bustin' plays, paper improvement
Just to be clear, just to be translucent
Buckle up, let me take you for a ride
Obituary columns and wakes and homicides
Bushmaster AR-15 with the 30 mag
Evidence markers, white chalk, and body bags
Death and destruction, children be bustin'
They daddies ain't in they lives, they daddies' they cousins
They older brothers, they uncles, they sisters, they aunts
They put their trust in they friends as they pass them the blunt
We tried to tell them hella times, but he didn't listen once
Went to the federal pen, had to do sixty months
It's mania out here, no structure, no guidance
They don't believe in the Lord anymore, they faith is in science
Immune to catastrophe, they immune to the virus
My ninja made it out the octagon, he knew the assignment (Bitch)
You ain't gotta tell me, oh no
I'ma show you how to love me
You ain't gotta tell me, oh no
I'ma show you how to love me
You ain't gotta tell me, oh no
I'ma show you how to love me
You ain't gotta tell me, oh no
I'ma show you how to love me
I'ma show you how to love me
Pimp game, though
I'm from where they rob from the rich, and they rob from the poor
Where morals and values that don't exist anymore
So it's time to change the landscape and break the cycle
By any means necessary, we call it survival
Play the game for what it's worth 'cause it can turn for the worse
Bet' not think that it's sweet, partner, this ain't dessert
Be happy you give or be careful in how you flaunt it
Whatever move that you make, pray on it
I'm loafed up, I'm getting my dough, I'm having my bread
Not the number two pencil, but I stay with the lead
We ride old-school, factors decisions
Fuel-injected muscle cars with advanced safety systems
Refurbished and garnished without a lick of that Bondo
Two-tone plank with tremendous rumble
Money talk, it's like Manute Bol, son
I'm in the big leagues and I'm out here having my funds (Bitch)
You ain't gotta tell me, oh no
I'ma show you how to love me
You ain't gotta tell me, oh no
I'ma show you how to love me
Hear me out, uh-oh
Bustin' plays, paper improvement
Just to be clear, just to be translucent
Buckle up, let me take you for a ride
Obituary columns and wakes and homicides
Bushmaster AR-15 with the 30 mag
Evidence markers, white chalk, and body bags
Death and destruction, children be bustin'
They daddies ain't in they lives, they daddies' they cousins
They older brothers, they uncles, they sisters, they aunts
They put their trust in they friends as they pass them the blunt
We tried to tell them hella times, but he didn't listen once
Went to the federal pen, had to do sixty months
It's mania out here, no structure, no guidance
They don't believe in the Lord anymore, they faith is in science
Immune to catastrophe, they immune to the virus
My ninja made it out the octagon, he knew the assignment (Bitch)
You ain't gotta tell me, oh no
I'ma show you how to love me
You ain't gotta tell me, oh no
I'ma show you how to love me
You ain't gotta tell me, oh no
I'ma show you how to love me
You ain't gotta tell me, oh no
I'ma show you how to love me
