Little Brother - Love Joint Revisited lyrics

Here in 2002
We present the fabulous love joint remix
Here we have two MC's
Both of which are in physical form
And a producer in producarial essence
And we are coming through first with Phonte
C'mon

Yo, Yo
Eh yo I love waking up with a supreme purpose
After a night of playing Dream Merchant
Righteous way
This a matter of extreme urgence
I love rap cause it seems earnest
Love this joint cause we reworked it
Love cell phones with free service
So I can call a broad, at E haus
At UNC, downloaded all my freestyles
On desktop, hard drive, MP3 files
Screaming at the top of her lungs
"she loving me now"

Eh yo, donny say the best love balance
A song for you and yours
Make your mic fist pump valid
Late nights is a habit, drinking parme
Making matic
Jakes leave, flicks gotta have it
I love Macho Man Randy Savage
Screaming Elizabeth come take a ride
On my slim jim (oooh yeah)
I love Barry Heter, but it tells

Just like I love Pac in Above The Rim
Cause this ain't a fable
Like the brothers grim
Love my niggas milk, grant, kurt, double M
Reppin NC, we keep it bubblin' punishin'

Hate the players
I love ill doers and nay sayers
Freak broads, I'll holla later

Eh yo we ain't trying to
Willies or thugs in it
We just wanna spread love in it
We spread love y'all, all across the globe
We spread love all across the globe
We spread love all across the globe
And from the north to the south
To the east to the west (yes, yes)
Steady keepin' it locked with no test
We spread love all across the globe
We spread love all across the globe

And now what we want to do
Is get down with you
Whether your drug free or smoke
A quarter pound or two
At the bar ordering another round or two
We know we like the way it sound to you
(the way it sound to who)

It's Big Pooh from the leather state
I love philly's and cheese stakes
I love records when the beat breaks
I love school when the heat breaks
Fire hydrants making street lakes
I love 22 it feels great
Mike Tyson and his outtakes
Stepping out with the fly date

So fans get ready for the outbreak
Cause we gon' do it with or without tapes
Even if I rhyme until my mouth aches
For all the people that I bond wit
Playin' for big stakes
On same Angus Barn shit
Even if you want this, get right
That's why I love wack niggas
Thanks for making my shit sound so tight

Because we gotta get down tonight

With no beef, no clones
No biters or soundalikes

It ain't no ice, grills, or frowns tonight

I put my love in this
I swear never to put down the mic

This one is for the ladies and gents
That's partying and paying the rent
With life just gets too intense

Cause it ain't all about trying to ball

Get yo' hands up now cause we
Still got love for y'all

And to my man 9th Wonder, you don't stop
And to my man Big Pooh, you don't stop
And to my man Caesar, you don't stop
Justus League, got to leave the sure shock
And to my man Vibrant, you don't stop
And to that cat Nicolay, you don't stop
And to my cats round the way, you don't stop
Keep on, and we gots to be the sure shock
And to my man Big Fingers, you don't stop
And to my man, uh yo, you don't stop
And to my uh my man, you don't stop
And to my other man, you don't stop