WHY
I LOVE YOU
(B2K)
{Vesre 1:}
From day one you and I've
been friends.
Hangin out, havin fun, chillin.
Now I know at times I got
crazy, silly ways and actin shady.
You peep things in me that
noone sees.
You hold it down fo shizzy.
Now I have friends I thought
were true but noone more true than you.
So what am I gonna do.
It took a while for me to
see how special you treated me
::Chorus::
Maybe thats the reason why
I love you.
You're my heart girl.
And wit all the crazy things
that I do, you're still here girl.
Noone else can meka me feel
like you do.
You've shared my world.
Baby thats the reason why
I love you.
{Verse 2:}
No other girl is quite like
you.
And noone has my back like
you do.
Girl you're one of a kind
and you blow my mind.
And I'm glad to say you're
mine.
Girl you're the one that
changed me from a boy into a man.
::Chorus::
Maybe thats the reason why
I love you.
You're my heart girl.
And wit all the crazy things
that I do, you're still here girl.
Noone else can make me feel
like you do.
You've shared my world.
Baby thats the reason why
I love you.
It took a while for me to
see how special you treated me.
Maybe thats the reason why
I love you.
You're my heart girl.
And wit all the crazy things
that I do, you're still here girl.
Noone else can make me feel
like you do.
You've shared my world.
Baby thats the reason why
I love you.
Maybe thats the reason why
I love you.
You're my heart girl.
And wit all the crazy things
that I do, you're still here girl.
Noone else can make me feel
like you do.
You've shared my world.
Baby thats the reason why
I love you.
I Love You, maybe thats the
reason why I love you. |
UH
HUH
(B2K)
Yeah
Hey yo trick
How you gonna come up w/
something like this man?
Yeah
When this come on
They'll be like "uh-huh"
haha
Red Zone
Yo B2k
Yo, Where you at?
Girl you messed when you
let me in
Told your best friend that
you wanted me
then she called me up and
hipped me to your steez
told me you were lookin
for a guy like me
so i said hold on i dont
want
unless shorty really wanna
have some fun
then she said that you told
her i was what you want
when i call you dont try
to front
I'm the guy in your dreams
that you had last night
I'm the benz wit tha 20'z
that you wanna drive
I'm the thug in your life
that'll treat you right
got ya hooked cause im bringin
everything you like uh huh
I know that you wantin this
(uh huh)
tell me can you handle it
(uh huh)
show me how you work dem
hips (uh huh)
and maybe you can roll with
it (uh huh)
I know that you wantin this
(uh huh)
tell me can you handle it
(uh huh)
show me how you work dem
hips (uh huh)
and maybe you can roll with
it (uh huh)
Now we're all out in the
open
Everybody knows about you
and me
there's no more need for
you and me to creep
I want you so bad I dont
care who sees
so girl hold on I got what
you want
I know you aint scared to
go have some fun
so let your girls know that
you found someone
who be keepin you tight
and crunk
I'm the guy in your dreams
that you had last night
I'm the benz wit tha 20'z
that you wanna drive
I'm the thug in your life
that'll treat you right
got ya hooked cause im bringin
everything you like uh huh
I know that you wantin this
(uh huh)
tell me can you handle it
(uh huh)
show me how you work dem
hips (uh huh)
and maybe you can roll with
it (uh huh)
I know that you wantin this
(uh huh)
tell me can you handle it
(uh huh)
show me how you work dem
hips (uh huh)
and maybe you can roll with
it (uh huh)
Two months of conversation
man its a major
spit the game undercover
I'm lethal like dannie glover
got you runnin to your mother
makin plans for life
yo im only 15 what I need
wit a wife
we can walk through the
mall while i hold ya hips
or you can hang out the
drop while im pushin the whip
take you on a ride that
you'll never forget
runnin home tellin ya friends
lil fizz is it
got ya hooked by the way
that I lick my lips
and I got many dimes i aint
sweatin a chick
yo I run these girls from
coast to coast
droppin game so sick I got
em doin the most
I know that you wantin this
tell me can you handle it
show me how you work dem
hips
and maybe you can roll with
it
I know that you wantin this
tell me can you handle it
show me how you work dem
hips
and maybe you can roll with
it
I know that you wantin this
(uh huh)
tell me can you handle it
(uh huh)
show me how you work dem
hips (uh huh)
and maybe you can roll with
it (uh huh)
I know that you wantin this
(uh huh)
tell me can you handle it
(uh huh)
show me how you work dem
hips (uh huh)
and maybe you can roll with
it (uh huh) |
WHATS
LUV
(Ashanti
/ Fat Joe / Ja Rule)
{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} |
GET
BACK
(504
Boys)
[Chorus: Master P]
Hey hoe (Trick get off me),
Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me)
Niggas get the fuck back
(Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move)
Whoadie you ain't bout that
(Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move)
Hey hoe (Trick get off me),
Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me)
Niggas get the fuck back
(Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move)
Whoadie you ain't bout that
(Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move)
[Verse 1: Currency]
Roll up with both the doors
up on the black Lambo
Red rag round my head like
the black Rambo
A bananna clip with 50 hollow
tips of ammo
Smoke a nigga how a prisoner
smoke Camel's
Got blacked out tints, Niggas
like who is that?
I give a hatin' nigga 2
shots where his ribs at
Ya better not snitch cause
I know where ya live at
I have niggas pissed, Don't
know where they kids at
Cause once the beefs on
you can't call a war off
I'll let the raw buck, Knock
ya fuckin' car doors off
Switch phone numbers just
to piss the whores off
Cop a 6 while you bitch
about how much the 4's cost
The hot spitter is real,
What the deal?
One hand on the wheel, The
other holdin' the steel
Play with it if ya will,
But this some real shit
My niggas done put out more
hits than Will Smith
Yea
[Chorus: Master P]
[Verse 2: Master P]
Call me tiger cause I live
in the woods
I'm like Tarzan when he
run through the hood
A couple of wild coyotes
chased me but couldn't catch me
and Lacey pulled me over
but couldn't arrest me
Once the radar on I'm like
the Preadator
We pop pills like Anvil
and Excedra
Call me a blender, I put
ya in a mix
Let go my eggo and pass
me the purple twist
Throw them bows, We got
the club jumpin'
XL like Jordan, He got the
beat pumpin'
I'm famous in the ghetto
like Amos Cookies
In other words I'm a vet
and ya'll rookies
[Chorus: Master P]
[Verse 3: Silkk Tha Shocker]
If he ain't talkin' like
I'm talkin', Tell him get the steppin'
I'll +Nicolas Cage+ him,
Whodie I'm +Gone In Sixty Seconds+
We ball 'til we fall, I
mean we shop 'til its gone
Why drive a car if it don't
match what I got on
If I do something I usually
get the block involved
You don't wanna get outta
line whodie, That means the glocks involved
Ya'll cowards, Always run
and gets the cops involved
You ain't gotta wonder if
its me, You know is me nigga the top will be off
Look, You ain't did shit
'til you flipped bricks in a drought
You ain't had a girl 'til
you had like a chick from the south
And nigga respect it even
when the clips is out
Let ya borrow the 5 only
'til the 6 come out
They tryin' to get they
weight up, I'm tryin' to get my G's up
Make athlete money without
messin' my knee's up
Slim he don't know me like
that, Whoadie ya best to ease up
Knuckle game is off the
chain, Soon as I roll my sleeves up
Holla back
[Chorus: Master P]
Hey hoe (Trick get off me),
Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me)
Niggas get the fuck back
(Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move)
Whoadie you ain't bout that
(Move), Better get the fuck back, (Move)
Hey hoe (Trick get off me),
Better watch them elbows, (Bitch get off me)
Niggas get the fuck back
(Move), Hoes get the fuck back, (Move)
Whoadie you ain't bout that
(Move), Better get the fuck back (Move) |
