You Got Me [Live]
I had, I had, I had some fun with that one right there
That shit is takin' me back
Word 'em up, word 'em up
Ayo, how many people ready for this joint right here?
How many people recognize this song?
This shit right here is called "You Got Me", ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called "Things Fall Apart
And we got this shit, nawmean?
And on the song Erykah Badu is singin' the chorus
This, this real smoothed out melodic shit
But guess what?
Tonight, I'ma introduce you to the young lady
From Philadelphia that actually wrote that piece, ya namsayin'?
Check it out, and, and, and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
Jilly from Philly, word up
You're not ready
Aight, now, for all y'all out there that know how this song go
I want y'all to sing along with love, ya nahmean?
And if you don't know then just open your minds and your ears
And feel this shit
She keep tellin' me, tellin' me
If you were worried 'bout where
I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
If you were worried 'bout where
I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies (check it out)
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
Somebody told me that this planet was small
We use to live in the same buildin' on the same floor
And never met before
Until I'm overseas on tour
And peep this Ethiopian queen from Philly
Takin' classes abroad
She studyin' film and photo, flash, focus, record
Said she workin' on a flick, and could my click do the score?
She said she loved my show in Paris at Élysée Montmartre
And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart
We knew from the start that things fall apart and tend to shatter
She like that shit don't matter
When I get home get at her
Through letter, phone, whatever
Let's link, let's get together
Shit, you think not? What? I went home and forgot?
Time passed, we back in Philly, she up in my spot
Tellin' me the things I'm tellin' her was makin' her hot
Started buildin' with her constantly like Jill Scott
Now she in my world like hip-hop
And keep tellin' me, tellin' me, yeah
If you were worried 'bout where (say what?)
I been or who I saw or (aw yeah)
What club I went to with my homies
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
If you were worried 'bout where
I been or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
Ayo, me, I'm the type that's always catchin' a flight (hey)
And sometimes I gotta be out at the height of the night
And that's when she flip and get on some old that ain't right
It seems like I'm on the side and you're in love with your mic
I know you gotta get that paper, daddy, keep that shit tight
But I need some sort of love in my life, you dig me?
Now I was talkin' with my sister from New York City
She said she know this ball player and he think I'm pretty
Psych, I'm playin' boo, you know it's just wit you I'm stayin
And when brothers is poppin' game I don't hear what they sayin'
So when you out there in the world, I'm still your girl
With all my classes I don't have the time for life's thrills
So when you sweatin' on stage think of me when you rhyme
And don't be listenin' to your homies they be leavin' you blind
what, I can trust her? (Yeah, yeah)
Word like I'm a king for real
New York, y'all know relationships get ill and Jill tellin' me, tellin' me, yeah
If you were worried 'bout where (say what?)
I been or who I saw or (yeah)
What club I went to with my homies
Baby, don't worry you know that you got me (say what?)
If you were worried 'bout where (aw yeah)
I been or who I saw or (uh, yeah, yeah)
What club I went to with my homies
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
That snake could be that chick and that rat
Could be that cool cat
That's whisperin' "She tryin' to play you for the fool Black"
If somethin's on your chest then let it be known
See, I'm not your every five minutes all on the phone
And on the topic of trust, it's just a matter of fact
That people bite back and fracture what's intact
And they'll forever be, I ain't on some, "Yo, I'm a celebrity"
I deal with the real so if it's artificial let it be
I've seen people caught in love like whirlwinds
Listenin' to they squads and fuckin'with girlfriends
That's exactly the point where they whole world ends
Lies come in, that's where that drama begins and she like, yo
If you were worried 'bout where (aw, yeah)
I been or who I saw or (y'all know this shit)
What club I went to with my homies (sing along)
Baby, don't worry you know that you got me (make some noise, turn it up)
Tear the club up, tear the club up
Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club up
Tear the club up, tear the club up
Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club up
Tear the club up, tear the club up
Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club up
Tear the club up, tear the club up
Tear the club up, tear the club up, tear the club up
You are now in tune to the sounds of the legendary
Yeah, yeah (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
Yeah, yeah (say what)
I know about the stress and strain in this world
I'm proud to be your woman, not your girl
Brother, I got all sides of you
If you ever needed a real love
I'm here to give it to ya
Ain't it funny, I got on all my clothes
And I can still sing, representin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yes
Y'all feel that? Y'all feel that?
Ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What's your name, girlfriend? Girlfriend, what's your name?
My name is J-I-L-L S-C-O-T-T
Jill Scott representin' North Philly, y'all
J-I-L-L S-C-O-T-T
Jill Scott representin' lovely
Show your love, ladies and gentlemen
Show your love for Miss Jill Scott, representin' Philadelphia, ya namean?
The Roots crew, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, aight
Make some noise