You`re All I Need (all That I Need - Puff Daddy Remix) Lyrics

You`re All I Need (all That I Need - Puff Daddy Remix) lyrics

featuring Mary J. Blige

Intro: Method Man

Rugged style it's enough
to make a hardrock smile
Ha ha ha cheeba cheeba y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all
and you don't stop
Yeah yeah cootie in the chair
Cheeba cheeba y'all and
you don't stop
Yeah yeah cootie in the check Tical

Chorus: Mary J.
Blige [sample: Notorious B.I.G.]

You're all, I need
[Lie together,
cry together, I swear to God I hope we fuckin die together]
to get by,
ahhhhh
You're all, I need
[Lie together, cry together, I swear to God I
hope we fuckin die together]
to get by, ahhhhh

Verse
One:

Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's
me in your world, believe me
Nuttin make a man feel better than a
woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things
that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was
nothin
You made a brother feel like he was somethin
That's why I'm with
you to this day boo no frontin
Even when the skies were gray
You would
rub me on my back and say "Baby it'll be okay"
Now that's real to a brother
like me baby
Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight
And
I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a fat ass crib with thousands of
kids
Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife
Just be there for me
and I'ma make sure we
Be livin in the effin lap of luxury
I'm realizing
that you didn't have to funk wit me
But you did, now I'm going all out
kid
And I got mad love to give, you my nigga

Chorus
2X

Interlude: Mary J. Blige

Like sweet morning dew
I took one
look at you
And it was plain to see
You were my destiny
With you I'll
spend my time
I'll dedicate my life
I'll sacrifice for you
Dedicate my
life for you

Verse Two:

I got a love jonz for your body and your
skin tone
Five minutes alone I'm already on the bone
Plus I love the fact
you got a mind of your own
No need to shop around you got the good stuff at
home
Even if I'm locked up North you in the world
Wrapped in
three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo
It be true me for
you that's how it is
I be your Noah, you be my Wiz
I'm your Mister, you
my Mrs. with hugs and kisses
Valentine cards and birthday wishes?
Please
Be on another level of planning, of understanding
the bond between
man and woman, and child
The highest elevation, cuz we above
All that
romance crap, just show your love

Chorus (starts during the end of verse
two, repeats until end)

Outro: Method Man

I'm sick of police
Ha
ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all
And you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the --
Tical!
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the
chair, Tical!
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie
in the chair, Tical
Mary J. raw, and Meth-Tical
{Like sweet morning dew}
Yeah yeah
{I took one look at you} cootie in the chair, Tical
{And it was
plain to see} Cheeba cheeba y'all
{You were my destiny, baby} Cheeba cheeba
y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, bring it on, yeah
What's that shit that they
be smoking?

No romance without finance for now
Baby, please,
ninety-five
Ticallion Stallion, ha ha, ha ha
Man woman and child,
yeah

{Anything you need, anything you need}