Yung Ro

You Gonna Love Me

Yung Ro


(*talking*) 
I promise, g'eah I love this shit man 
You gotta love me man, you gon love me after this one 
Man that's a promise man I love you, the boy 

[Yung Ro] 
I wanna make you love me, but that's an im-possible task 
Down that road there's a possible crash, could end up in the hospital fast 
I bust shots when I'm mad, I bust shots when I'm sad 
And when I'm happy I bust shots, reminding niggaz I can get mad 
Can get agg'd, can call Cham can scoop 50 
Can get Rasaq, Cat, Hatta, J-Mack, Lil E will shoot with me 
Plus Boogie will shoot any blank space, don't matter the same 
Don't believe me sign on the dotted line, and don't forge your name 
The Boy's the name record the pain, Pac spit the same shit 
Pass me his shoes comfortable, what do you know the same fit 
I let the flames rip, got the key to the game dick 
It's going down like your main bitch, Ro suffered pain thick remain sick 
My brain's quick, fly talking till the brain quit 
Mami say that my brain's quick, I'm flattered bu the mission's to get brains quick 
Get brain switched, same bitch lame bitch 
She say don't share she's not the hoe my bad, would you rather me call you dame bitch 
I'm on the same shit, that got my nigga put away 
But I can't seem to put away, the fact they wanted to put me away 
But I saw good in J, made me an offer I couldn't say 
No to man talk with a purpose, condiment I think he stood this way 
His thumb on his chin, while rubbing his goa-tee 
Squinching his eyes like a wise man, so proud that he chose me 
That very thought froze me, I knew I had a mission 
And through that with faith in God, I could attacked this mission 
I don't just rap I'm living, this hood stuff sonny 
Street wisdom no books homie, take in many tip from me 
Wanna see me look up dummy, not on my level you should done in 
It seems like since I look at money the way I do, they all want a hook-up from me 
But tell 'em I'm not a fool, so go ask Barthalemuel 
A lot of tools get shot at you, no time for a ditch backyard or pool 
I'll make you road kill, get crushed like them possums do 
Shouldn't of been running in traffic, dumb shit like them possums do 
B. Booker coming back from the Penn, he say I got 'em through 
And L. Dogg peeping my pad, while we writing trying to see what I'm jotting new 
I'm talking to my money now, honey how are you fine I hope 
Just kidding fine I know, grinding mo' fuck shining yo 
Cause I don't shine I glow, not man made can't cop it fool 
And I hear dudes out there mocking who, Nobody come on stop it dude 
Unless you want a shot at you, boom-boom blocker you 
M-m got him good, Ambulance vroom-vroom gotta move 
Gotta do what I gotta do, it's all bidness watch it dude 
Cause the real ones cross mixed attempt don't it, and I don't know what you got to prove 
Now look what Ro has blossomed to, money got niggaz watching you 
You watching him he watching you, they watching you you watching who 
Got you boom now you doomed, shot in the leg and hopping too 
Streets hot as hell shoot the block ain't cool, kids listen up this what rocks will do 
We bake good cakes the hood make em, without chopping dude 
X-O, drank, dro, wet that's what's popping dude 
Ooh what's popping boo, she like ooh you're not you're who 
I'm like take a guess, star struck she like you're-you're you 
Yep I'm that boy in the flesh, no imposter boo 
She like I'm from Ohio, and I'm starting to hear a lot from you 
I'm like I got you boo, understood my thought we through 
Her's different kept going, I'm like hey I got you boo 
So you can stop it boo, she kept talking Rasaq is cool 
Koopa's mean, 50's real and as for me Chopped and Screwed 
Ain't nothing I can't do, plus rolling with a cocky crew 
For the patrol we hauling the road, set up a road block or two 
The best of both worlds, dope music glad I got you too 
Treat both games like kids child's play, now watch what poppa do 
I go and cop the shoes, fuck it it's nothing cop the crews 
Should see the smile on Jacob, when me and Chamillion cop the jewels 
Carnoble my nigga, he show you what that boxing do 
I'm coming down your chimney like Santa, don't want them stockings dude 
I'm at the top, and you listen for me to tell you stop and move 
You need to slow your speed, like when you do when them laws clocking you 

(*talking*) 
G'eah Yung Ro, you gon love me or else