Songtext Give me love von E-40

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Sharp on all 4 corners

2014

Give me love

I want your LOVE,
I want… your LOVE. (x2)

(Verse 1)
Check game.
Paper in my pocket, not lint,
Got a house note not rent.
Dual exhaust sound like a dog barking,
Cutlass Oldsmobile, Platinum Kush sparking.
At the intersection making hella noise,
Cock-eyed bass like Barry White voice.
Underneath my seat...HEAT,
4 G auto slippers on my feet.
Hit the liquor store for some alcohol,
Earl Stevens wine and some Buzzballz.
Walking out the door I see a super thick,
Orange bone thicker than my other chick.
Every day I celebrate life,
You only live once, not twice.
Put the good lord first, not second,
That’s the only way you’re gonna get to heaven.
Breathing is a blessing every time I wake up,
When I’m at the barbershop, I got my pistol tucked.
Ready for whatever, just in case,
I gotta put a sucker in his place.
In the thick with the worms and the maggots,
My pinky ring got a bunch of baguettes.
Standing on the couch in the club,
Like the homie Pac say...
Give me LOVE!!!
(Chourus)
I want your LOVE...I want your LOVE,
Like the homie Pac say…
Give me LOVE!!!
(x2)

(Verse 2)
Everything on me brand new,
First thing people look at is ya shoe.
Bosses everywhere in my crew,
We hella deep…deep like the Wu.
Worry about your own paper route,
Mess around and stretch yourself out.
Groveling and complaining… hella grumpy,
Trying to count the next player money.
I can see right through a sucka like a vodka bottle,
Trying to stack paper… taller than a supermodel.
I am on this Mango-scato,
It go hella hard, not soft like a soft taco.
It’s the weekend, and even if it ain’t,
We gonna paint the town and put some paint where it ain’t.
At the store, I gig like a gangster,
Just to let you know, keep one in the chamber.
(Chourus)
I want your LOVE,
I want… your LOVE.
Give me LOVE!!!
(x2)

Third verse, 41st bar,
Raised in the gravel…brought up on the tar.
Word played like scrabble…microwave pickle jar.
In the middle of the ghetto, might slap box spar.
Used to step on a crack, but I wasn’t superstitious,
Now they got cameras, and face recognition.
Gotta be careful on the street,
Helicopters can see through body heat.
I’m sitting on the couch smoking a bowl,
Slapping classics that touch the soul.
Watch what you say to ya heathen,
Never know when you might need um.
Be a father to ya son or ya daughter,
Be a man, not a damn coward.
Might be a judge or rap or play sports,
Attend they games, pay your child support.
Most gifted people on this earth, can be right in your presence,
Diamond in the rough, by their selves.
Back of the bus...by choice not force
Real once cuz, embrace, endorse.
I love people…not things,
That’s probably why I always see snakes in my dreams.
When you see my family…give them a hug,
Tell them all I ever wanted was they LOVE.
I want your LOVE,
I want… your LOVE.
Tell them all I ever wanted was they LOVE…Give me LOVE!!!
(x2)
I want your LOVE,
I want… your LOVE.
(x3.5)

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I want your LOVE,
I want… your LOVE. (x2)

(Verse 1)
Check game.
Paper in my pocket, not lint,
Got a house note not rent.
Dual exhaust sound like a dog barking,
Cutlass Oldsmobile, Platinum Kush sparking.
At the intersection making hella noise,
Cock-eyed bass like Barry White voice.
Underneath my seat...HEAT,
4 G auto slippers on my feet.
Hit the liquor store for some alcohol,
Earl Stevens wine and some Buzzballz.
Walking out the door I see a super thick,
Orange bone thicker than my other chick.
Every day I celebrate life,
You only live once, not twice.
Put the good lord first, not second,
That’s the only way you’re gonna get to heaven.
Breathing is a blessing every time I wake up,
When I’m at the barbershop, I got my pistol tucked.
Ready for whatever, just in case,
I gotta put a sucker in his place.
In the thick with the worms and the maggots,
My pinky ring got a bunch of baguettes.
Standing on the couch in the club,
Like the homie Pac say...
Give me LOVE!!!
(Chourus)
I want your LOVE...I want your LOVE,
Like the homie Pac say…
Give me LOVE!!!
(x2)

(Verse 2)
Everything on me brand new,
First thing people look at is ya shoe.
Bosses everywhere in my crew,
We hella deep…deep like the Wu.
Worry about your own paper route,
Mess around and stretch yourself out.
Groveling and complaining… hella grumpy,
Trying to count the next player money.
I can see right through a sucka like a vodka bottle,
Trying to stack paper… taller than a supermodel.
I am on this Mango-scato,
It go hella hard, not soft like a soft taco.
It’s the weekend, and even if it ain’t,
We gonna paint the town and put some paint where it ain’t.
At the store, I gig like a gangster,
Just to let you know, keep one in the chamber.
(Chourus)
I want your LOVE,
I want… your LOVE. 
Give me LOVE!!!
(x2)

Third verse, 41st bar,
Raised in the gravel…brought up on the tar.
Word played like scrabble…microwave pickle jar.
In the middle of the ghetto, might slap box spar.
Used to step on a crack, but I wasn’t superstitious,
Now they got cameras, and face recognition.
Gotta be careful on the street,
Helicopters can see through body heat.
I’m sitting on the couch smoking a bowl,
Slapping classics that touch the soul.
Watch what you say to ya heathen,
Never know when you might need um.
Be a father to ya son or ya daughter,
Be a man, not a damn coward.
Might be a judge or rap or play sports,
Attend they games, pay your child support.
Most gifted people on this earth, can be right in your presence,
Diamond in the rough, by their selves.
Back of the bus...by choice not force
Real once cuz, embrace, endorse.
I love people…not things,
That’s probably why I always see snakes in my dreams.
When you see my family…give them a hug,
Tell them all I ever wanted was they LOVE.
I want your LOVE,
I want… your LOVE. 
Tell them all I ever wanted was they LOVE…Give me LOVE!!!
(x2)
I want your LOVE,
I want… your LOVE. 
(x3.5)