Be With You (feat. Ludacris & Marsha Ambrosius)

I want you to be with me

One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
Three for all the ladies just standing outside my door
Yelling, "Oh it's that Mister David Banner"
If I say yes she wants me to beat her like I got
Animosity, then walk to the bus with a pimp's velocity
Then open up my hand and say y'all can come with me

I want you to be with me

I got a bar on the bus, we can discuss feature plans
Me and you and all your friends, we could visit foreign lands
Like showers in Okanawa, barefoot in Thailand
Or we could chop off some hibiscuses served with bare hands

That's back in Mississippi
All you gotta do is close your eyes
And come with me girl

I wanna be with you

I told her I got the chips if you got the dip
She said that when I dipped that I better be equipped
And to keep my hand on her hips
I told her give me all you got until your givin' is gone
She said her love's eternal and I won't be living that long

Well I'm not immortal, but I swear I'm no wimp
'Cause I died twice and keep coming back as a pimp

I wanna be with you

Too close for comfort, too close to home
You're too close from the front of the stage to be alone
Here's my number when I'm gone
You can call me on the phone

I don't buy you being shy, you supposed to be grown
This is more than a pass, Hail Marys being thrown
Line four, borderline, and head for the end zone girl

I wanna be with you

Now put your hands up in the air
Yeah, put 'em where I can see them
Put 'em up and away 'cause where I'm about to take you
You won't need them

I'll treat them forever please
When they scream and squeezin' and breathin' hard
Believe in Luda like you believe in God
Hallelujah please pass the offering
You're so wet that I'll be coming up for oxygen

I just wanna be with you
(Don't worry baby, I can swim)

Those huge baby eyes keep running off at the mouth
And they telling me how you love these rappers from the South
And I'm thinking how splendid
And I just wish that your girl wasn't so long winded

We can go to Planet Lack
With a land that's made of leather
And you can lay off on your back
And the clouds are made of tits, so you know it stays black girl

I wanna be with you

Look I'm one of the best guys, not one of your ex-guys
If you get drunk, don't worry I'll let my sex drive
I'll keep my hands on the wheel if you put it in reverse
Buckle your safety belt or I'll put you in a hearse

Your frame will strain eyes to women the same size
You're so fine, I'm about to put you in my fave five

I wanna be with you
I want you to be with me