Love You But

[Intro]

Yo, yo

[Chorus]

I love you, but what does that shit really mean?

I love you, but what does that shit really stand for?

I love you, but I'm all bored outta my gourd

I love you but, love you but, love you but, love you but

[Verse 1]

Black girls can't wear pink, they wear neon green

By the way, it seems if you're connected to the TV screen

Mad fiends walk the streets and ask for nickels

I need to catch a bus, speech, the city's like a riddle

Or a joke to make the passerby tickle

Ha ha, that was funny, bloke, buy yourself a pickle

Instead, buy a damn dime to the dome

So much itch for the shit, you even rob homes

Used to watch the Orbots, your dude was Crunch Crunch

As a little kid in first grade, the dude with no lunch

Look at his hair

Looks like he slept the whole night in the damn armchair

So make 'em say "Yo," make 'em say "Holler"

Soft scrub bubbles, clean rings around collars

Make 'em say "Yo," make 'em say "Holler"

Soft scrub bubbles, clean rings around collars

[Chorus]

I love you, but what does that shit really mean?

I love you, but what does that shit really stand for?

I love you, but I'm all bored outta my gourd

I love you but, love you but, love you but, love you but

[Verse 2]

Like Charles Bronson says "Punks"

Rollin' blunts by cars and leanin' on trunks

Damn gypsies, rather live around hippies

Hippies listen to the Pixies and play frisbee

And live in Portland, hook up all the time like Willie Horton

Do some snortin', no nostrils like Stu Ungar

Rags to riches to six feet under, a common theme

A lotta rappers have a common dream

Like clothing lines and cars for the whole team

Yadda yadda yadda, and somethin' about triple beams

She wants me to settle down and quit rappin'

Get a job at Footaction, but that ain't gon' happen

'Cause Lee needs rappin' like tea needs sugar

Like tissue companies need allergies and boogers

Bless you, like the green cat from He-Man

Or a framed photo of Jean-Claude van Damme

That reads "To baby Dave: best wishes"

Keep stretchin' and keep street fightin', little guy

Yo, rappers often sing about requiems at funerals

They go hand in hand like manicurists clip cuticles

It's not beautiful, it's like rising flood waters

Or noticing strange behavior, then finding meth on your daughter

What a bother, the moniker of some fathers

Always wanna play around like frigid river water otters

King Cohn, download my new ringtone

Eat more spinach, asparagus, and rare lamb bones

Unpaid loans and old cold sore poems

[Chorus]

I love you, but what does that shit really mean?

(Soft scrub bubbles, clean rings around collars)

I love you, but what does that shit really stand for?

(Make 'em say "Yo," make 'em say "Holler")

I love you, but I'm all bored outta my gourd

(Soft scrub bubbles, clean rings around collars)

I love you but, love you but, love you but, love you but

(Make 'em say "Yo," make 'em say "Holler")