Song: I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me) ~~ 2000 ~~ 3:47
Artist: Jay-Z featuring Pharrell and Sparks
LP/CD: The Dynasty Roc La Famila ~~ Roc-A-Fella ~~ 2000
Composers: S. Carter~P. Williams~C. Hugo~J. Johnson~C. Wallace~D. Angelettie~S. Combs~K. Walker~T. Shaw

I’m a hustler, baby
I just want you to know
It ain’t where I been
But where I’m bout to go

Now I just wanna love you
But be who I am
And with all this cash
You’ll forget your man

Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don’t bulls*** me
Come on, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

When the Remi’s in the system, ain’t no tellin’
Will I f*** ‘em, will I diss ‘em, that’s what they be yellin’
I’m a pimp by blood, not relation
Y’all be chasin’, I replace them, huh
Drunk of Crist’, mami on E
Can’t keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singin’ off key
And I wish I never met her at all

It gets better, ordered another round
It’s about to go down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist’
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere
What do you say, me, you and your Chloe glasses
Go somewhere private where we could discuss fashion
Like Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Fifth Mart jeans, take that off

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don’t bulls*** me
Come on, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don’t bulls*** me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Save the narrative, you savin’ it for marriage
Let’s keep it real, ma, you savin’ it for karats
You wanna see how far I’mma go
How much I’mma spend, but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
Might buy you Crist’, but that about it
Might light your wrist, but that about it
F*** it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice d***
Know how to work your hips and your head’s priceless
Confess you love the Hov’ and I’ll never let you down
Get you bling like the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov’, too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
Too cold, Motorola, two way page me

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don’t bulls*** me
Come on, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

Said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don’t bulls*** me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

I’m a hustler, baby
I just want you to know
It ain’t where I been
But where I’m bout to go

Now I just wanna love you
But be who I am
And with all this cash
You’ll forget your man

Yeah-yeah-yeah
Same song, I’m back, been around the world
Romancin’ girls that dance with girls
From Club Cheetah to Club Damnesia
The Peanuts in LA, bubblin’ and dubblins

Can’t deny me, why would you want to
You need me
Why don’t you try me
Baby you want to, believe me

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don’t bulls*** me
Come on, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
But don’t bulls*** me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff

Give it to me

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: November 12, 2000