Shabaam Sahdeeq - I Still Love Her Lyrics
Hip HopDon't know what I'd do without youCommon said he used to love her but I love her stillShe got a couple of my peoples a house on the hillAnd when I'm the club she all I wanna hearMy crew all here smell that draw in the airAnd it been that way for 'bout 15 yearsShe took me through pain, sweat and lots of tearsShe change like chameleonOne week she got her head wrapped, next week she got Prada onShe took niggaz out the hoodGot 'em eating good, got 'em feeling good, got 'em living goodThe first time I met her, she came through the door with RakimShe had me doing the wopHoping that feeling won't stopSometime I caught her on a conscious tipBut most times she want to yap about diamonds and whipsBut she universal, she got all that with herLoving her body I couldn't wait to hit herGot with her had to get her in my clutch and thrust'Cos I love to lust, and lust to loveThat's how I feel, she international, shores can't hold herSometimes she be in the hand of fake promoters[Chorus]That's why I love youHip hop I don't know what you do to meBut I love youI heard some say they lost careersBut all I know is I love youHip hop I don't know what you do to meBut I love youThat's hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hopShe took me around the world, explored the globeShe took me through highs and lows that's all I knowShe ride in the whip with me on full blastI love it when she boost that bass that fat assShe flirt with guitar stringsPianos and thingsBeen hitting it for yearsNot a one night flingShe be in the west with Snoop, the east with JayIn the south with Ludacris, midwest with NellyAnd the studio's the telly where I bust on her bellyEven though she a ho, I'm a pimp for shoShe got a lot of niggaz ***** whippedShe got lot of kids brainwashed runnin' round with pistols and shitPac died in '96 straight freaking that chickBig went to heaven '97 loving that chickAnd I spend a lot of time with her in my room aloneBlaze her back to back like I be doin' them stokes[Chorus]If I had to die for her I would, it's love for shoIt's love for rhymes, it's love for beats, it's love for doughAnd when I kiss her and hug her I'm off into another zoneThinkin' 'bout the times with her aloneThinkin' 'bout the times when we rocked the crowdThink about the times when we scraped up dimes to get smokeAnd I love her just the same whether she Blood or Loc, Vice Lord or FolkGot me happy like a new leather coatGot me hype like I'm sniffin' lines of cokeWith the mic choked in the studio droppin' em quotesShe got me hooked like fiends with vials of crackOver and over, back and forth, keep coming backAnd she made me cry when she told me Pun and L was goneRest in peace but they'll live forever in song, forever in songWord, word rest in peace[Chorus in background with S.S. talking over it]Biggie, Biggie Smalls, rest in peaceTupac, Tupac Shakur, rest in peaceFreaky Tah, Freaky Tah, Lost BoyzPig Pun, Big PunisherBig L, Harlem, Scott La RockBig P, Trouble T-Roy, yeah, wordAll my fallen soldiers, yeahGod forgive em, got love for this game, got love for this game, uh huhI don't hate on no forms of hip hop, love it allLike King Sun once said to me and shit, hip hop like a libraryYou go in that library, you pick the book that you want, yeah, pick that bookTake that home and you read that, love all kind of forms, flavoursWe got the hardcore, we got the commercial, all kind of flavoursWe got all that, we got the undergroundGo in the library you pick the book you wantNo doubt, I love all the flavours, soak that up, soak that upLove all the shit right here, hip hopBeen doin it since '87, love itYoung cat, now its time to put the crew on the mapSinister Sounds, Sinister Sounds
