Coverafbeelding Jay-Z - I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me)

Jay-Z

I Just Wanna Love U (Give It 2 Me)

  • Statistieken
  •   7 wkn Tipparade
  •   2001

Artiestinformatie

Geboortedatum   04-12-1969
Land   Verenigde Staten

Sean Carter zet zijn eerste muzikale stappen door zijn cd’s uit de kofferbak te verkopen. In 1995 start hij zijn eigen platenlabel samen met Damon Dash en Kareem Bigs, Roc-a-fella Records.

In 1996 verschijnt zijn debuutalbum Reasonable Doubt. Al snel tekent hij een contract bij Def Jam, waarna Puff Daddy zijn album In My Lifetime Vol. 1 verschijnt. In de Top 40 komen we zijn samenwerking met Foxy Brown op I’ll Be tegen, wat zijn eerste bescheiden hit wordt.

Nog geen jaar later is het album Vol. 2… Hard Knock Life, waaraan ook Swizz Beats en Timbaland meewerken een feit. Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem) wordt zijn tweede hit in ons land met een vijfde plaats als resultaat.

In 2003 werkt Jay-Z samen met Beyoncé, zijn toekomstige vrouw. ’03 Bonnie & Clyde staat in het voorjaar in de top 10. De hernieuwde samenwerking met Beyoncé, in de zomer van dat jaar op Crazy In Love, komt op de tweede plaats van de Top 40. Ook zijn samenwerkingen met Rihanna (Umbrella, 2007) en Alicia Keys (Empire State Of Mind, 2010) zijn succesvol en bereiken beide de tweede plaats.

In 2013 verschijnt zijn elfde studioalbum, Magna Carta Holy Grail. Tien jaar na de eerste successen van Jay-Z en Beyoncé staat het duo opnieuw in de tipparade, nu met Drunk In Love.


Songtekst

Let's go
Hov!
Uh huh, Hov'
You, are, not, ready
Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova

I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler]
I just want you to know [Wanna let you know]
It aint where I been [It aint where I been]
But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!]
Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you]
But be who I am [you know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man
Now give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

[Verse 1]
*When the Remi's in the system
Aint no tellin will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em
That's what they be yellin
I'm a pimp by blood, not relation
Y'all be chasin, I replace them*
Huh, drunk of Crist', mommy on E
Can't keep her little model hands off me
Both in the club, high, singing off key
*And I wish I never met her at all...*
It gets better, ordered another round
It's, about, to go, down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist'
Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere

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What do you say, me, you and your Clovey glasses
Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion
Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra
Filth marked jeans, take that off

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Motha, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

[Verse 2]
Yeah, save the narrative you savin it for marriage
Let's keep it real ma you savin it for cabbage
You wanna see how far I'ma go
How, much I'ma spend but you already know
Zip, zero, stingy with dinero
Might buy you Crist', but that about it
Might light your wrist, but that about it
Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips
Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick
Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless
Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down
Get you bling like the Neptune sound
Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold
Ladies love me long time like 2Pac sold
Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies
I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I'm a hustler baby [uh, Hov']
I just want you to know [Hov']
It aint where I been
But where I'm bout to go [Hov', Hov']
Now I just wanna love you [young Hova]
But be who I am [know you love me]
And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems]
You'll forget your man

[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Same song, I'm back, been around the world
Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls
From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia
The Peanuts in L.A., bubblin and dubblins
Can't deny me, why would you want to
You need me, why don't you try me
Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'!

Give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
I said give it to me
Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff
But don't bullshit me
Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff

You gotta...
Give it to me
Uh, uh huh

Songinformatie

ArtiestJay-Z
 A-kant
Lengte 06:57
 B-kant
Platenlabel Roc-A-Fella


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