K.O.B.E
Kobe Bryant
[Intro: 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'

[Verse 1: Kobe]
What I live for? Basketball, beats, and broads
From Italy to the US, yes, it's raw
I'm in search for the one that make my wealth feel poor
Who can ignore the spotlight life of glamour
Am I done for? Have I found the awes that I searched in?
There's plenty of women with sex appeal when it's filled
Can they complete the package? All I date is actresses
To play it safe, to them my money ain't bait
But I must take risks to find a honey that's legit
Whether she push a bucket, or six butlers, some mad chips
Out on her own, or live out of moms and pop's home
Rocks top 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 fosho?
When God talk to me, give me a signal
But until then, all my ears hear, just steady flow
Come on
[Chorus: Tyra Banks & Kobe]
K-O-B-E, I L-O-V-E you
I believe you are very fine (Right)
If you give me one chance, I promise to love you (Okay)
And be with you forever more
K-O-B-E, I L-O-V-E you (Right)
I believe you are very fine (Word)
If you give me one chance, I promise to love you (Okay)
And be with you forever more
(Check this out though)

[Verse 2: Kobe]
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, our kids still be rich cash
If it's halves, stocks and bonds, laugh when it crash
Are you the type to brag, with 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 Lauryn, but claim she ain't rap
The type to 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
Come on
[Chorus: 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
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

[Bridge: Tyra & Kobe]
K-O-B-E, I L-O-V-E you
(Bounce with me, bounce with me)
K-O-B-E, I L-O-V-E you

[Verse 3: 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 they 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 their time runs out, they frame you for your clout
They have in the past, but why stereotype glass?
All dimes ain't money addicts, fiendin' for a brother's cash
Slash fame, slash power, slash respect
All of the above makes me a supreme threat to scrubs
Love, what do you want? One more 'gain, let me know
The words flow from the bottom of your soul
Come on
[Chorus: 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
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

[Outro: Kobe]
It's like that
Right
KB
TB
Flawless
Like that, spit it out
Write the lyrics for a rap song made in 2000, titled "K.O.B.E", by artist "Kobe Bryant".