I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me) [Live on MTV Unplugged, 2001]

I'm a hustler baby, I just want you to know It ain't where I been, it's where I'm 'bout to go Take it from the top Now I just wanna love you, you know I love you But be who I am, I know you love me And with all this cash, you'll forget your man Now give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't fool with me 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 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 Now give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't fool with me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff You gotta give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't fool with me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I told you, save the narrative, you savin' it up 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 I might light your Crist' but that about it Okay, 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 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 Now give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't fool with me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff You better give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't fool with me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi 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 Same song, I'm back, been around the world Romancing girls that dance with girls From, Club Cheetah to Club Amnesia The Peanuts 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 Now give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't fool with me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff You better give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't fool with me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff You gotta give it to me, I said give it to me Give it to me, give it to me Give it to me