Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Meaning to Your Love, artist - Kool G Rap. Album song Riches, Royalty & Respect, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fat Beats
Song language: English
The Meaning to Your Love |
Is it me or the tan range? |
Is it the dame can’t restrain cause the man flames? |
You’re the type a bull a little smaller with the damn rings |
Is it she see me push the business around? |
Is she living in a town where syringes are found? |
Is it cause she know I’m rakin' in stupendous amounts? |
Invite you out to the house and your friends is aroused (like wow) |
It just couldn’t be the waiters and the catered food |
Great booze, lake view, and a room like a Laker do |
Just to show you what a good amount of paper do |
The big faces he drew look like a cape would move |
Laced with jewels, wrist, neck, chest full of ice |
Look like you ran inside of Tiffany’s and pulled a heist |
Where you stay inside the PJs is full of mice |
Know it’s just me you like |
Cut it out |
You pulling pipe |
There’s a limit to your love! |
Yo, what’s the meaning to your love, Ma? |
There’s a limit to your love! |
Tell me the meaning to your love, Ma |
There’s a limit to your love! |
What’s the meaning to your love, Ma? |
There’s a limit to your love! |
Tell me the meaning to your love |
Is you here for the long run? |
Is you here for the long sums? |
See where you at if a storm come |
I bet you up and leave a breeze like it’s no wrong done |
A ounce of weed a day, baby you got some strong lungs |
But what would happen if God forbid I’m in an accident |
Lose my two legs and my back is bent |
And every stack sent to doctors who puttin' brackets in |
I bet you’d say, ‘Salute captain' and go and pack your tents |
First time I seen a chick do a backwards limp |
I be like, What happened baby? |
I thought G Rap your prince? |
Shit brought you back to senses when a nigga back in rent |
I bet you’d have a foot forward and one back to sprint |
When it’s all gone and life no longer immaculate |
When his pockets flat and he down in the dumps |
The whip’s no longer thumping those sounds in the trunk |
Now you frail n' ya' sunken like you crown a the chumps |