My Love Brotha Lynch Hung (Ft. Pook & Shotgun G)

[Chorus: Al Green sample]
If I gave you my love
I tell you what I'd do
I'd expect a whole lot of love out of you
You look different. (How?) Skinnier (Ah) (Faster?)
If I gave you my love
I tell you what I'd do
I'd expect a whole lot of love out of you
You look different. (How?) Skinnier (Ah)
If I gave you my love
I tell you what I'd do
I'd expect a whole lot of love out of you
You look different. (How?) Skinnier (Ah) (Faster?)
Sexier (Stronger)
If I gave you my love
I tell you what I'd do (If I gave you my love)
If I gave you my love
I tell you what I'd do (If I gave you my love)

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Hmm, yeah, I know, you remember, Holiday Inn
Had to hit it from the back, drinkin' OE and gin
I used to eat pussy up, I can't lie
That's really real, really real, really real
See, I met you through the homie
That homie was like, "Cuz
Won't you jump up in the Cutlass, come and get you some butt"
Came through swervin' off OE like I always do
Same two straps in the trunk 'cause where you at ain't cool
I was like through, hold up, it's midnight, and I got the eyes tight
Knew it was on, just as long as I rub the thighs right
Next thing you know, we disrespecting the couch
Feelin' pressure in my nuts, it's about to come out
You was like inside, whoride, I don't give a fuck
We could fuck until I throw up all the way to sunrise then cut
And that's what happened, it was crackin' like an omelet
Got you hittin' that bomb shit
And you don't even inhale the chronic
Stupid ass biatch