Look out for the midday rundown.
In the meantime, please enjoy this oldie but goodie of Kobe Bryant and Tyra Banks performing during All-Star weekend back in 2000. This blog discusses how this came to be and the plan for the debut album, K.O.B.E., that thankfully never debuted.
Right here, see, I was going to post just an excerpt of the lyrics, but upon further review (and because it's worth it, trust me), I'm going to give you the entire song. Don't say I never gave you anything.
[Tyra] Kobe, how many girls have said, "I love you?" Not like 'I love you Kobe!' like a fan But like, for real, like, baby, marry me I love you
[Kobe] You're sweet Once again (Once again) Flawless (Flawless) C'mon Right
Uh, uh huh Yo, yo, it's like this Uh, what I live for? Basketball, beats and broads From Italy to the US, yes, it's raw I'ma search for the one that make my wealth feel poor Who can ignore the spotlight life of Grandma My falldown is how I found the aura, so I searched in There's plenty of women with sex appeal when it's filled Can even complete the package, all I date is actresses Can play it safe with them, my money ain't bait But I must take risks to find a honey that's legit Whether she push a buck and a six, bumpin' some mad chips Out on her own, or live out of moms and pop's home Watch time, fashion, Adidas attire or Timbo's I don't know, yo, these women come and go Like the wind they blow, how do I know it's you for sure? When God talk to me, give me a signal But until then, all my ears hear, just let me flow C'mon
HOOK (2x)
[Tyra Banks] K-O-B-E, I L-O-V-E you I believe you are very fine If you give me one chance, I promise to love you And be with you forever more
[Kobe] Check this out though Real love last, now do you love me or my cash? My name, fame, drop top, Benz or the wooden dash? You know my stash, from Georgie cash Platinum, US express, no paper cash Spend it all now, or kiss to be rich cash Hash, stocks and bonds, laugh when they crash Are you the type that brag the jewels you flash The type-type with your ex-man and push his Jag The type that love no scrubs or pigeons and got mad The type that can't stand a women with her own cash You know, like lime, claim she ain't rat The type that get loud in public, refrain my hand from a slap No time for y'all, too busy for y'all Plenty of dimes turn me on and turn me off tryin' to show off Get lost, grow up, real women, roll up Let yourself go, if you feel this, let me know C'mon
HOOK [Tyra] [Kobe] K-O-B-E, I L-O-V-E you Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me K-O-B-E, I L-O-V-E you Right, right, uh, uh, uh
[Kobe] Think ya eyein' me, all along, I'm eyein' you The hunter becomes the hunted, girl, I'm preying on you Beautiful, the feelings we share are mutual Passion that's telling me so for us is suitable Un-controllable desire flows through me When you say my name, such lust in your slang No time for games, the games I play, all the same Can't get witcha, when the door hitcha, when the Lord splitcha I figure, hour-glass figures could be dangerous Cuz if your time runs out, they frame you for your clout And having a past, well, I stereotype glass All dimes ain't money, ass, and feignin' for a brother's cash Slash fame, slash power, slash respect All the above, makes me a supreme threat to scrubs Love but do you want? One more 'gain, let me know The words flow, from the bottom of your soul C'mon
HOOK (till fade)
[Kobe] It's like that Right KB TB Flawless Like that, spit it out
Awesome.
If anyone has the rest of the songs that were supposed to be on this album, PLEASE let me know.
Happy Monday!
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