Got To Have Loving - Cerrone

Sing it bitch (Got to have), oh boy Niggas, ha-ha, ladies, yeah (Got to have) Oh boy, come on, yeah This is just a few of them things that I (Got to have) yeah I got to have that new shit, new whip, blue six, now who this? Windows half down, bumping Wu shit, the truth is This is just a few of them things that I (Got to have) hell yeah I got to have them big props, big rocks, listening to wrist watch Tick-tock, and make a pit stop, the copper's zip-locked This is just a few of them things that I (Got to have) fuck yeah I got to have that seat next to Oprah, Bentley with the chauffeur Rum and cola spilling on a million dollar sofa This is just a few of them things that I (Got to have) hell yeah I got to have my next pair of fresh Air's, dress me in the best wears Meth, yeah, want respect, then he want his check cleared This is just a few of them things that I (Got to have) fuck yeah Now if it's something I, want, no need for me to front Why stunt? Better notify them niggas from the dump Oh, yeah, I got to have it (Have it) And, oh, yo, I got to have it (Have it) If it's something I, need, don't have to beg or plead My weed, got 'em high, just look at they eyes bleed Oh, yeah, I got to have it (Have it) And, oh, yo, I got to have it (Have it) Yeah, I got to have that mansion and the yacht The room to park the Phantom on the yacht, E Watch me leave them haters on the dock, yeah This is just a few of them things that I (Got to have) damn right I got to have them pop bottles, shots hollow, plus the next top model Staring down they nostrils in them Ferragamo goggles This is just a few of them things that I (Got to have) fuckin' a' I got to have a new spot to live, a few props to give One for each verse I did, with 2Pac and B.I.G., y'all This is just a few of them things that I (Got to have) damn right I got have V.S. cuts, a jet plus, a marijuana dealer with the best stuff You know that Meth puff, y'all, and guess what? This is just a few of them things that I (Got to have) fuckin' a' Now if it's something I, want, no need for me to front Why stunt? Better notify them niggas from the dump Oh, yeah, I got to have it (Have it) And, oh, yo, I got to have it (Have it) If it's something I, need, don't have to beg or plead My weed, got 'em high, just look at they eyes bleed Oh, yeah, I got to have it (Have it) And, oh, yo, I got to have it (Have it) I got to have the fast car, the crash bar, place to stash the heaters In the dash bar, and then I need no limits on that black car This is just a few of them things that I (Got to have) hell yeah I got to have them verses and them hooks, plus a little paper off the books And a Playboy bunny that can cook, nigga This is just a few of them things that I (Got to have) fuck yeah I got to have the first glass in first class, button up Cavalli On the shirt tag, and honey with that Louis on the purse bag This is just a few of them things that I (Got to have) hell yeah I got to have them hardcore beats, and Loose Linx that all play for keeps When we mobbing on these New York streets, nigga This is just a few of them things that I (Got to have) fuck yeah Now if it's something I, want, no need for me to front Why stunt? Better notify them niggas from the dump Oh, yeah, I got to have it (Have it) And, oh, yo, I got to have it (Have it) If it's something I, need, don't have to beg or plead My weed, got 'em high, just look at they eyes bleed Oh, yeah, I got to have it (Have it) And, oh, yo, I got to have it (Have it) Now if it's something I, want, no need for me to front Why stunt? Better notify them niggas from the dump Oh, yeah, I got to have it (Have it) And, oh, yo, I got to have it (Have it) If it's something I, need, don't have to beg or plead My weed, got 'em high, just look at they eyes bleed Oh, yeah, I got to have it (Have it) And, oh, yo, I got to have it (Have it)

(Kris Kristofferson) You came smilin' softly, shyly movin' Easy as a dream up into my room. And before I realized the danger I found myself looking into your eyes. Somewhere in their colours I saw promises Of things I'd never seen before It's all over... I've got to have you. Holding onto talking, saying nothing. Knowing in a moment I could lose you. Then without a warning I remembered that You trembled at the touch of my hand. Knowing when you came to me that no one else Would ever feel the same in my arms It's all over... I've got to have you. Wakin' in the morning to the tenderness Of holding you asleep in my arms. Dreaming while my hair was blowing Softer than a whisper on my cheek. I don't know the feeling so I don't know if it's love But it's enough... It's enough I can't help it... I've got to have you. It's all over... I've got to have you.