"You Got Me (Live)" lyrics - THE ROOTS

[Intro: Black Thought]
I had, I had, I had some fun with that one right there
That shit is taking me back, word 'em up, word 'em up
Ayo, how many people ready for this joint right here?
How many people recognize this shit?
This shit right here, this called "You Got Me," ya nawmean?
It's on our album which is called Things Fall Apart
And we got this shit, nawmeam
And on the song, Erykah Badu is singing the chorus
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 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
Say what? Give it up
Jilly from Philly, word up
You're not ready
A'ight, 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 that, just open your minds and your ears, and feel this shit
She keep telling me, telling me...

[Chorus: Jill Scott]
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
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Somebody told me that this planet was small
We use to live in the same building on the same floor
Never met before until I'm overseas on tour
And peep this Ethiopian queen from Philly taking classes abroad
She studying film and photo flash focus record
Said she workin' on a flick and could my clique do the score
Said she loved my show in Paris at Elysee Mountmartre
And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart
We knew from the start things fall apart, intentions 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 building with her constantly like Jill Scott
Now she in my world like hip-hop and keep telling me, telling me...

[Chorus: Jill Scott]
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
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me

[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Ayo, me, I'm the type that's always catchin' a flight
Sometimes I gotta be out at the height of the night
That's when she flip and get on some 'ol "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 talking 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 with you I'm stayin'
And when brothas 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 steppin' on stage, think of me when you rhyme
And don't be listenin' to your homies, they be leadin' you blind
What, I could trust her? Word, like I'm her king for real
New York, y'all know relationships get ill, and Jill telling me, telling me, yo

[Chorus: Jill Scott]
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
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me

[Verse 3: Black Thought]
Thet snake could be that chick and that rat could be that cool cat
That's whispering "She tryin to play you for the fool, Black"
If something'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
Listening 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, she like...

[Chorus: Jill Scott]
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

[Bridge:]
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...
Bo bo bo bo

[Outro: Jill Scott & (Black Thought)]
I know about the stress and strain in this world
I'm proud to be your woman, not your girl
Brother, I like 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, hey hey
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

[Outro dialogue: Black Thought]
Show your love, ladies and gentlemen
Show your love for Miss Jill Scott, representing Philadelphia, ya namean?
The Roots crew, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, a'ight
Make some noise...