My Love

[Intro: Juelz Santana] Uhh, for lovin' me girl Just wanna thank you (We gon' take it there one time, yeah) Look at what you can do, man (Uhh, OH! OH! Yeah) Free, I like this shit right here man (Santana, c'mon) Girl, c'mon Yeah, let's do it like this [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Santana's so focused on you Come holla at a boy that's focused on you Uh huh, uh huh Shorty I ain't tryin' to give you the run around I'm just tryin' to come get you and run around Skip through a couple towns Maybe skip through a couple rounds If your man act dumb I'ma shut him down I'm sort of a long distance brother Long trips, long chips, long dick and rubbers Come roll with a pimp or gangsta Hustler by nature Trust that I'll take ya (and you know what) I'll show you the rules and perimeters Show you how to move with the Uz' how to handle it Show you how the coke move soon as we scramble it On the block as soon as the moon hit we scramblin' And you can be my down ass Yeah baby, that's for sure I'ma show you how package raw How to strap it on How to take trips with the package on How to go and come back with the package gone Just stacks of cash we on, c'mon mama, oh! [Chorus: Juelz Santana (Freeway)] Now y'all niggas better cuff ya girls Cause Santana and Free is runnin' up the girls (yeah) No game, just fuck your girls Uhh, pollute her mind and corrupt the world (yeah) (Give her pounds, give her pies, give her cake (yeah) Hit a city, hit a town, hit a state (yeah) Every ghetto every hood we there Heavy metal in the Rocawear, yeah) [Verse 2: Freeway] I been to every ghetto all around the world I'll bring that Roc shit around ya girl and take down, nigga I take pounds nigga, matter fact I take pounds to chicks Give 'em train tickets cross the border (Is you going or what?) Can you go bring back my packs that you joined to her Get in positions with my squad That's like ironic, you with me then the v let you drive it I'll have you ride on the E-way, we're stuff, stuffing hydrolics, geah I need a woman that bake Cook pies in the winter then diet, get rid of weight Shed pounds in the summer, I like Rocawear Miss Wear Thick hair, chick there, fat ass, sick pair When we travel know the language when we get there, shit yeah Bilingual all the slang, across the border diamond yang Put in orders, even though we just came to hang Then we take it where we left there, heck yeah I need more then a woman cause it's more then you think here Bank here, whole rank down here? And I'm more than a rapper Cause it's more than these rhymes here, pies here Hold nines down here, holla [Chorus: Juelz Santana (Freeway)] Now y'all niggas better cuff ya girls Cause Santana and Free is runnin' up the girls (yeah) No game, just fuck your girls Uhh, pollute her mind and corrupt the world (yeah) (Give her pounds, give her pies, give her cake (yeah) Hit a city, hit a town, hit a state (yeah) Every ghetto every hood we there Heavy metal in the Rocawear, yeah)