Fat Joe ft Ashanti, Ja Rule What's luv

Текст песни "Fat Joe ft Ashanti, Ja Rule — What's luv"

Fat Joe:

Put the f**kin' 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 jewelry 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

Might 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

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 u no slack (Whoo)

Cause I on it like that (Uh, Come on)

Come on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) all on me (Put it on ya

Girl) on me (I'm put it on ya Girl)

Chorus 2 Times