Lyrics Audio Push – Spread Love
Text:
I got what you need
Spread the love for me
I got what you need
Spread the love for me
Price:
Beep, beep
Who got the keys to the Jeep?
See we got the keys to the streets
I’m just tryna find who got the keys to the peace
Cause I need a lot
So open up the locks so I can take some to my hood
Cause that shit ain’t no good (no no no)
That shit ain’t no good (no no no)
See niggas gettin’ killed every day
From Iran to the block
Niggas shootin’ cops
Cops shootin’ niggas
Took Tray’ gettin’ slayed, Mike gettin’ striked for it finally to hit us
Remind me to get a recipe for Martha Stewart ’bout how to cheat the system
And still be the victim
Nah, I ain’t Martin Luther
I’m just a young black stoner tryna spark the truth up
Cause it’s been so long
Since you went on
And lost your way
Grew up and changed
And now I’m all alone
Without you here
If it ain’t jail it’s a funeral home, a nigga dread this stuff
So much hate I gotta spread this love to my people
See I done lost my cousin, I done lost my bros
I been puttin’ plays together for
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to get the dough
Radio won’t play this shit no more
DJ’s gone say to switch the flow
«Add more bars, rap about trap, maybe open it up»
Fuck that, man your minds ain’t open enough nigga
Eric Choice:
We hustlin’ tryna make a wave
My young brother get your bread up
I see you raising your kids all alone
My single mothers keep your head up
You lookin’ like sometimes it might get hard
You wanna quit when you get fed up
Cause the world got so much hatred in the way
But today’s the perfect day to make a change
Somebody gotta spread love
Somebody, somebody, somebody gotta spread love
Somebody, somebody, somebody gotta spread love
Oktane:
It go «blam blam» from the cops to robbers
Hit it quit it, then it’s just momma
I do not fuck with that campaign, that’s a damn shame
These kids don’t know their daddy, damn name
And you probably out shootin’ dice
Thinkin’ you and your crew is nice
I’ma give you advice
Look at your family, do it twice
Give me more music Price
Now you can’t have that you lose your life
Shootin’ somebody be doin’ life
When you could’ve had you a wife
You don’t even wanna bang, in high school you was nice
Momma said if you gotta get beat up then get down and don’t get dined
If you can’t fight shut up and sit down
Not pick up a gun and start shootin’ nigga
That ain’t right, gun hit your light
Where’s the beat? Give me that and just bounce baby
More bounce than a ounce baby
Throw a nine up for my town baby
Yeah that’s it now, straight up
Cause life, is what you make of it
Stop waitin’ for love and start makin’ it
Find someone you love, get married, get naked
And when you see me on the street don’t even thank me
(You’re welcome)
Eric Choice:
We hustlin’ tryna make a wave
My young brother get your bread up
I see you raising your kids all alone
My single mothers keep your head up
You lookin’ like sometimes it might get hard
You wanna quit when you get fed up
Cause the world got so much hatred in the way
But today’s the perfect day to make a change
Somebody gotta spread love
Somebody, somebody, somebody gotta spread love
Somebody, somebody, somebody gotta spread love
Price & Children:
I got what you need
Spread that love for me
I got what you need
Spread that love for me
I got what you need
Spread that love for me
I got what you need
Spread that love for me
I got what you need
Spread that love for me
I got what you need
Spread that love for me
I got what you need
Spread that love for me
I got what you need
Spread that love for me
I got what you need
Spread that love for me
I got what you need
Spread that love for me
I got what you need
Spread that love for me
I got what you need
Spread that love for me
