Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Got Love, artist - Freeway. Date of issue: 18.07.2005
Song language: English
Still Got Love |
| Okay, Freezer, Yeah |
| ROC-A-Fella Nikkah, uh one shot deal, collabo, ohhhh. |
| Okay, okay, |
| it’s goin down ladies |
| Ladies and Gentlemen, we in the building |
| Y’all know what time it is |
| Yeah, Yeah, Talk yo shit |
| Freezer |
| Okay |
| Yeah |
| Philly Freezer, me and Bink! |
| eatin' people |
| What y’all drinkin people what y’all smoking? |
| All weekend Freezer not thinkin, took a small vacation and I |
| I got love from coast to coast |
| I got love all across the board for spittin sick rhymes |
| And I still toa-toast the most |
| If they try me I’ll roast ya folks |
| I’ll leave ya clique fried |
| And them haters ain’t sinkin a boat |
| Philly Freezer gon keep it afloat cause this is his time |
| I’m all about the Benjamins I’m |
| In the spot with Petron shots livin the life |
| My raps get her cooch wet, let me inside |
| Get that women two more shots we finna slide |
| They bang me in they cribs |
| And they bang me in they whips |
| And they feel me in the club |
| So I |
| Free At Last is the sequel to my first album preview |
| And the people show me |
| They bang every song that I’m droppin' |
| Every hit that I bring em so I |
| If you ROCin throw your drinks in the air |
| Throw your hands in the air, show some real niggas that |
| ROC-A-Fella we back, in the streets, in the club, so we |
| We in the lab, Bink! |
| on the beat |
| Philly Freezer write verses with invisible ink |
| Take a winter from the hood to the beach |
| Let 'em get sand in they feet, let they blow them Swisher Sweets |
| Yeah |
| And I still got love like a father for his son when his son’s six feet deep |
| Damn |
| And he just got the call, outta no where, with no time to grieve |
| People |
| You don’t wanna start no drama, cause if you start some drama then we comin' |
| sixty deep |
| Then you like big meat, y’all waist deep |
| Matter fact Jay bring in to eat |
| Nigga, it’s the ROC we are back |
| Freezer like Luda, he Disturbin' Tha Peace |
| They bang me in they cribs |
| And they bang me in the Jeeps |
| And they feel me in the club |
| So I |
| Free At Last is the sequel to my first album preview |
| And the people show me |
| They bang every song that I’m droppin' |
| Every hit that I bring em so I |
| If you ROCin throw your drinks in the air |
| Throw your hands in the air, show some real niggas that |
| ROC-A-Fella we back, in the streets, in the club, so we |
| Y’all rusty, y’all can’t touch Free, NOO |
| I’m on my J. O |
| Move records like this yayo fo' sho' |
| It got my shit tight |
| Lil homie, it’s the ROC what you livin like? |
| What it be like? |
| Matter fact I’m the one you wanna rap like |
| Re-appear like, spit your ad-libs like |
| The truth always come to the light |
| Philly Freezer write back so get them ad-libs right |
| Freezer stay strapped I wanna clap tonight |
| All my clips have to move like MAC tonight |
| Me and my burner, like |
| Stick together cause we fam, we don’t never fight |
| They bang me in they cribs |
| And they bang me in they whips |
| And they feel me in the clubs |
| So I |
| Free At Last is the sequel to my first album preview |
| And the people show me |
| They bang every song that I’m droppin' |
| Every hit that I bring em so I |
| If you ROCin throw your drinks in the air |
| Throw your hands in the air, show some real niggas that |
| ROC-A-Fella we back, in the streets, in the club, so we |