Live From Glastonbury

And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know

Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love
Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love

And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know

Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love
Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love

She wants that old thing back, she want those heroin tracks
She likes me, she fiends for me nightly, she leans for me
Mornin' she rush for my touch, this is about lust
Cold sweats occur when I'm not with her

My presence is a must, must, must
Bonita Applebum, I gotta put you on
If I didn't when we cuttin', the feelin' would be too strong
In any form, I'm givin' you sweet dreams

That Sugar Hill, she call me her sweet thing
That Black Rain that take away your pain
Just for one night, baby, take me in vein

Now that feelin' got you trippin', you no wanna feel no different
Said lust has got you itchin' all wide open and its' drippin'
I know what you like, I am your prescription
I'm your physician, I'm your addiction

And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know

Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love
Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love

And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know

Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love
Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love

I am so dope like Louis Vuittons with the red bottoms
You gotta have 'em, you glad you got 'em
Like every color, Giuseppe's your guilty pleasure is me
It's so much fun, you shun therapy

Although it never be, the feelin' is fleetin'
Shopping's like coppin', you constantly need it
I'm never around, you constantly seekin'
You'll never be down, I know where your peak is

9 1/2 weeks is better than 12-steps
I keep tryin' to remind you to keep tellin' yourself
Now your conscience is interfering like better yourself
Like you better get help but when that medicine's felt?

We're back together, don't ever leave me
Don't ever let 'em tell you that you'll never need me
My China White, 'til we D.O.A.
It's Montega forever, baby, let's get away

And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know

Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love
Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love

And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know

Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love
Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love

How could you leave me? I thought that you needed me
When the world got too much and you pleaded with me
Who helped you immediately? How speedy of me
How could you deny me so vehemently?

Now your body is shakin', tryin' to free it of me
And your soul is in control, tryin' to lead it from me
And your heart no longer pledge allegiance to me
Damn, I'm missin' the days when you needed the D

And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know

Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love
Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love

And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know
And I know and I know

Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love
Everythin' you like
Everythin' you love

J'adore j'adore
Girls I love you, I love all y'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real

I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah

I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam
So she call me cabron plus marricon
Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home
I'm like, "Un momento" mami, slow up your tempo
I got this black chick, she don't know how to act
Always talkin' out her neck, makin' her fingers snap
She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap
You better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"
I got this French chick that love to french kiss
She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
My, Cherie amour, to a belle
Merci, you fine as fuck but you givin' me hell
I got this Indian squaw the day that I met her
Asked her what tribe she with, red, dot or feather
She said all you need to know is I'm not a ho
And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and black
That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin' fat
Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe
An appetite for destruction but I scrape the plate
I love

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(Girls, girls, girls, girls (uh-huh))
(Girls, I do adore)
Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour
(I love girls, girls, girls, girls)
(Girls all over the globe)
I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll, c'mon

I got this young chick, she so immature
She like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?"
Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor
Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla
Got a project chick, that plays her part
And if it goes down y'all that's my heart
Baby girl so thorough she been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARC's, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean
Only thing wrong with ma, she's always on the scene
God damn she's fine but she parties all the time
I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick
She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick
She gives me extra pillows and seat back love
So I had to introduce her to the Mile High Club
Now that's young chick, stewardess, project and model
That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tahoe
That means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beef
But I never have a problem with my first class seat
I love

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I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house
A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out
Got a chick from Peru, that sniff Peru
She got a cousin at customs that get shit through
Got this weed-head chick, she always catch me doing shit
Crazy girl want to leave me but she always forgets
Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick
Cause she kept bootlegging my shit, man
I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull
She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?"
I'm like excuse me Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass
You was dead broke and naked, and now you one half
I got this ho that after twelve million sold
Mami's a narcoleptic, always sleeping on Hov'
Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow
I got so many girls across the globe

[Chorus]

I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls all over the globe

Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls

Let's go
Hov!
Uh huh, Hov'
You, are, not, ready
Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova

I'm a hustler baby (I'm a hustler)
I just want you to know (Wanna let you know)
It ain't where I been (It ain't where I been)
But where I'm bout to go (Top of the world!)
Now I just wanna love you (just wanna love you)
But be who I am (you know you love me)
And with all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin'
Will I fuck '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 off Crist', mami on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing 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 can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Filth marked jeans, take that off

What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Filth Mart jeans, take that off
Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

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'm a go
How, much I'm a 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
Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless
Profess 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's soul
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a hustler baby (uh, Hov')
I just want you to know (Hov')
It ain't where I been
But where I'm bout to go (Hov', Hov')
Now I just wanna love you (young Hova)
But be who I am (know you love me)
And with all this cash (mo' money, mo' problems)
You'll forget your man

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, I'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Venus in L.A., Bubblin' in Dublin
Can't deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why don't you try me
Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

You gotta,
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh

Uh, uh uh uh
It's big pimpin baby
It's big pimpin, spendin G's
Feel me uh-huh uhh, uh-huh
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah
Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah

You know I thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em
Cause I don't fuckin' need em
Take em out the hood, keep em lookin' good
But I don't fuckin' feed em
First time they fuss I'm breezin'
Talkin' bout, "What's the reasons?"
I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch
Better trust than believe em
In the cut where I keep em
'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts
Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin' em up
Let em play with the dick in the truck
Many chicks want to put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'm a break bread
So you can be livin' it up? Shit I
Parts with nothin', y'all be frontin'
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin', never happen
I'll be forever mackin'
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
I got no patience
And I hate waitin'
Hoe get yo' ass in
And let's ride, check em out now
Ride, yeah
And let's ride check em out now
Ride, yeah

We doin, big pimpin, we spendin' cheese
Check em out now
Big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Yo yo yo big pimpin, spendin' cheese
We doin' big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We doin' big pimpin up in N.Y.C.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B

Nigga it's the big Southern rap impresario
Comin' straight up out the black barrio
Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe
Then sit back and peep my scenario
Oops, my bad, that's my scenario
No I can't fuck a scary hoe
Now every time, every place, everywhere we go
Hoes start pointin', they say, "There he go!"
Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit
We don't pull it out over little shit
And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit
Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab
Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me
And you see us comin' down on yo' slab
Livin' ghetto fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it
But nigga if you hatin' I
Then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it
You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin' these hoes on
Ain't the track that we flows on
But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin' like ozone
We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man
Fo' real it don't get no bigger man
Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the flip
Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool

We be big pimpin' spendin' cheese
We be big pimpin' on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Cause we be big pimpin', spendin' cheese
And we be big pimpin', on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be big pimpin' in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga

Uh smokin' out, throwin' up, keepin' lean up in my cup
All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
Everybody want to ball, holla at broads at the mall
If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck with y'all
If I wasn't rappin' baby, I would still be ridin' Mercedes
Chromin' shinin' sippin' daily, no rest until whitey pay me
Uh now what y'all know bout them Texas boys
Comin' down in candied toys, smokin' weed and talkin' noise

We be big pimpin, spendin cheese
We be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
We be big pimpin down in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B
Cause we be big pimpin, spendin' cheese
And we be big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s
Cause we be big pimpin in P.A.T.
It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and Bun B nigga