Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love For Ya , by - Lil Keke. Release date: 11.02.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Love For Ya |
| Ha-ha, it’s long overdue baby |
| (Huh, been waiting for the Southside |
| That swanging and banging, to put it down what) |
| Mr. Slim Thug, Northside Southside let’s do this homie |
| (C.M.G. Boss Hogg Outlaws, we platinum in the ghetto tell em Ke) |
| H-Town superstars, gotta walk that walk |
| Popped up on 22's, will make you squash that talk |
| In Texas a living legend, it just ain’t my fault |
| If I see it and I want it, I just go to the vault |
| We some, city slickers |
| But these niggas out of state, think we some shit kickers |
| You bring your nuts up on your guns, and just try to get us |
| But I ain’t gon lie you fucking with some real mob figgas, I’m talking hard |
| hitters |
| We out here stunting, while most of you niggas faking and fronting |
| Slim Thug and E.S.G. |
| and Lil' Ke, we paper for hunting |
| It’s a hell of a ride, hell of a ride hell of a stroll |
| We ship it gold, so the paper can fold |
| Have you ever met some thugs, that can ride like us |
| Cutting corners burning blocks, looking fly as us |
| Endo hydro, getting high as us |
| With a bad little broad, on the side of us |
| Cause we bouncing-bouncing, rolling up the strip |
| 20 inches when I flip, looking good when I dip |
| And we be riding sliding, doing what we do |
| Northside Southside, we got love for you |
| Now hol' up hol' up, E.S.G. |
| hit the do' |
| Say Ke, we ain’t cooking 36 no mo' |
| I whipped eighty baby, I’m in the game forever |
| Represent it sold a million, independent together |
| I’m with the Young Don, Boss Hoggs in the do' |
| Working with a quarter mill, smelling like hydro |
| Look at the grill hoe, I spent sixty on ice |
| I’m at the Source Awards, looking like a disco light |
| Purple Sprite push white, FEDs starting to get curious |
| Act a fool like Ja Rule, move fast and furious |
| What you get when you mix, two of the Screwed Up Click |
| With the Boss of the North, standing bout 6"6' |
| Now this is it watch me spit, 16 from the heart |
| R.I.P. |
| to DJ Screw, you was there from the start |
| Now on your mark get ready, playa roll up a ounce |
| Cause when the hook come in, drop your top gon bounce huh |
| It’s H-Town dream team, ball more than a king |
| I guess it’s in my bloodstream, to be about my green |
| A new face on the scene, I’m the rap game rookie |
| Trying to do some’ing new, I’m tired of cooking up cookies |
| We getting paid down here, living laid down here |
| Hit the club with bald fades, and braids down here |
| Slim E and Ke, we Texas best |
| We three hard young G’s, that don’t settle for less |
| You can’t mess with the Tex, Boss Hogg on top |
| When I park at the club, my rims don’t stop |
| They keep cutting, ten G’s for these with the buttons |
| In a DTS strutting, I ain’t want for nothing |
| From the bottom to the top, and I can’t fail |
| I’m in a click about they mail, I know you can tell |
| We living swell, cause we got a lot of thangs to sell |
| I know the FEDs on my trail, but I’m giving em hell |