Da Backwudz feat. Nas & Slim Thug You Gonna Luv Me (Remix) Lyrics

Wood Work Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Welcome 2 Da Backwudz
  • 2 You Gonna Luv Me
  • 3 Don't Like the Look of It (Oompa)
  • 4 Gettin 2 It
  • 5 Making Money, Counting Hundreds
  • 6 The World Could Be Yours
  • 7 Fantastic
  • 8 I'll Do
  • 9 Wood Grain (interlude)
  • 10 Whatcha Know 'Bout My Life
  • 11 Mama Always Told Me
  • 12 Feelin' Lonely
  • 13 Lock N' Load
  • 14 Same Sone
  • 15 Smoke N' Ride
  • 16 You Gonna Luv Me (Remix)
  • It's Da Backwudz, y'knahmtalkinbout?
    Once again with Nas, Slim Thug
    Talk to 'em homey!

    [Slim Thug]
    You gotta love me mayne
    You gotta love me mayne, why would hate me mayne?
    I'm a young nigga on the grind gettin paper mayne
    I'm the six-six tall baller draped in chains
    It ain't my fault your girlfriend wanna date me mayne
    I'm with them Backwud boys blowin back woods
    H-Town to A-Town, always keep the sacks good
    From the hood, Northside of the city
    Where them boys turn corners and them 'llacs lookin pretty
    Fo's crawlin, you can tell that I'm ballin
    NexTel stay rangin cause them boppers is callin
    Boyz N Blue, Boss Hogg Outlawz
    Ridin toppers through the town in them candy L-Dawgs (geah)
    That's how we do it down in Texas, city of the H
    Where instead of 9 to 5's, boys pushin weight
    We go-getters, side hustle flow spitters
    Still hungry for the green on the hunt for mo' figures

    (Dat Backwudz, dat Backwudz, dat Backwudz, go)

    [Da Backwudz - Big Marc]
    I'm still comin down, painted like Crayola
    My page-ola stackin like Palace or Coke-Cola
    I'm cold as deep freeze, I scope 'em like heatseekers
    Snatch up and I bang her with my meat cleaver
    Oh; weight shiftin how we burn calories
    Saturated fats, pockets no {?} in my salary
    (What's my name) Big Marc, see me in a big car
    Fo'-fifty-fo', drankin XO

    [Da Backwuds - Sho'Nuff]
    Okay, check my attire, sit higher than bird wire
    Pirellis like elevators, my doors is suicidal
    I'm mack-nificent, flashin like paparazzi
    Hustle flows Million Dollar Man, DiBiase (ohh!)
    In any suits, a Chevy no Beamer Coupe
    Mo' game than Maxx Payne, your lady playin my flute (yeah)
    Because we keep it gutter (gutter) pistols pop your bubble
    Queensbridge (Nasty Nas) H-Town, Slim Thugga

    (A-Town!) N.Y., stand up man (Backwudz!)
    Nasty Nas, Illmatic, let's do it!

    Know I've been around, bought the cars
    Played the game, wore the ice
    Hit the hoes; can't repeat the same habits all my life
    Shot the guns, had the run
    Popped the trunk, QB style
    Let it loose, hundred shots
    All y'all standin one of y'all drop (woo!)
    From this cannon that I got
    Me and my man'll run to your block
    See if our Land'll brighten your knot
    You understandin why we so hot?
    Expensive clothes, different flows
    Bentley Benz, Range Rov's
    Rolls Royce; all because my gold voice is so choice
    Lame nigga, I flame niggas whoever came wit'cha
    I got retire out the game figures
    But I'mma stay and hit'cha, no I'm not playin wit'cha
    Yachts lay in the river
    Out to take yo' cash if I ain't made it wit'cha
    I hope you hate a nigga like me
    Cause I'm loved, by your wifey
    I'm a thug by day, a killer nightly
    In the sheets with a freak, or with heat on the street
    I make money, take yo' honey to the top floor suite

    (Told ya! You gon' love me, yeahhhh)

    [Outro - repeat 2X]
    It's Da Backwudz, slabbin through yo' back hood
    We got dem thangs that'll make Shaq act good
    Known to put dem shiny thangs on the 'llac hoods
    Known to do a little dance if they act good

    {*sped up sample to end: "You're gonna love me!"*}

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