Tytuł: What's Luv?

• Wykonawca: Fat Joe
• Wyświetleń: 510

[Fat Joe:]
  Put the fuckin' mic on
  Mic is on
  Joe Crack the Don uh
  Yeah, Yeah, Y'All
  Irv Gotti
  
  [Ashanti:]
  What's love?
  
  [Fat Joe:]
  Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
  It should be about us
  Be about trust
  
  [Chorus: Ashanti (Ja Rule) {Fat Joe}]
  What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Y'All}
  What's love?
  It's about us {It's about us}
  It's about trust babe {Be about trust}
  What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Uh}
  What's love?
  It should be about us {It should be about us}
  It should be about trust babe {Be about trust}
  What's love?
  
  [Verse 1: Fat Joe]
  Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby
  Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady
  I wanna chick with thick hips
  That licks her lips
  She can be the office type or like to strip
  Girl you get me aroused how you look in my eye
  But you talk to much man your ruinin' my high
  Don't wanna lose the feelin'
  Cause the roof is chillin'
  It's on fire & you lookin'
  Good for the gettin'
  I'm rida
  Other in a hoodie or a linner I'ma provider
  You should see the jewelery on my women
  & I'm livin' it up
  The squad stay feelin' the truck
  With Chicks that's willin' to triz with us uh
  You say you gotta man & your in love
  But what's love
  Gotta do with a little menage
  After the party
  Just me & you
  Could just slide for a few
  & she could come too
  That's love!
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 2: Fat Joe]
  Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I know you got issues
  You gotta man
  But you need to understand
  That you got something with you
  Ass is fat, frame is little
  Tattoo in your chest with his name in the middle
  Uh, I'm not a hater I just crush a lot
  & the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop
  You Need to come a little closer (You need to come a little closer)
  & let me put you under my arm like a Don is supposed ta
  (Like a Don is supposed ta)
  Please believe
  You leave with me
  We'd be freakin' all night like we was on E
  You need to trust the god & jump in the car
  For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal
  What's love?
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 3: Fat Joe, Ashanti]
  
  Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down
  Michael Jack style
  Hot 7 who the mack now?
  Not my fault cause they love the kid
  Ma be the chain or the whip
  I don't know what it is
  We just party & bullshit
  Come on mommy put your body in motion
  You gotta nigga open
  You came here with the heart to cheat
  So you need to sing the song with me
  All my ladies come on
  
  [Ashanti (Fat Joe)]
  When I look in your eyes there's no stopin' me
  I want the Don Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh)
  Don't want your stacks (Yeah)
  Just break my back (Uh)
  Gonna cut you no sack (Whoo)
  Cause I'm on it like that (Uh, Come On)
  Come on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All)
  on me (Put it on ya Girl) on me (I'm put it on ya Girl)
  
  [Chorus 2 Times]