Good Luv - Lyrics - The Show, The After Party, The Hotel - Jodeci

Title: Good Luv
Album: The Show, The After Party, The Hotel
Artist: Jodeci
Composer(s): Donald Degrate

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Lyric:
You know we gonna flip it just a little bit for y'all
You know what I'm sayin', so mighty different
You know, you know, you know, you know
You know, you know, you, you know, yeah

In the morning when I open up my eyes
I still be feelin' high from the love you gave last night girl
But I still try to get up with my friends
But they just think I'm crazy you're no more, do I fit in girl

But they always been around, smokin' all day
But I just get a hit or two but I just don't feel the same girl
No, no, I know that I'll be needing you any day
There's only one thing I have to say

You give good luv in the morning or late at night
Every second to minute it gets me high
Good luv in the morning or late at night
It's amazing how our love could feel so right

I guess it's just a habit, I feel I have to have it
Every time I see it girl you know I wanna grab it
And yes I do admit it, nothing can get with it
When it comes to feeling good, your love is so addictive

Yes I do get my drink on and I do have my fun
When it comes to love, I gotta get some of your good luv
So I turn to you 'cause no one else can do what you do
Girl you're so good

You give good luv in the morning or late at night
Every second to minute it gets me high
Good luv in the morning or late at night
It's amazing how our love could feel so right

I need your love girl 'cause when I'm not with you
I'm just feelin' for the things you do
I'm in my own world 'cause girl I'm crazy for you
'Cause your love is always true

You give good luv, you give good luv, you give good luv
And that's all I do 'cause I'm strung out on you

You give good luv in the morning or late at night
Every second to minute it gets me high
Good luv in the morning or late at night
It's amazing how our love could feel so right

Good luv in the morning or late at night
Every second to minute it gets me high
Good luv in the morning or late at night
It's amazing how our love could feel so right

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Can'T Hide From Luv - Lyrics - The Breakthrough - Mary J Blige

Title: Can'T Hide From Luv
Album: The Breakthrough
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Ryan Toby, Mary J Blige, Arthur Ross, Vidal Davis, Andre Harris, Leon Ware

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Lyric:
I'm comin' for you, I ain't wastin' time
'Cuz all night long, you been on my mind
Hope you're ready, baby, 'cuz I'm on my way
To talk a real good one but let's see today

I just want to see what you're made of
Can you handle me, are you really tough?
Lovers come and go, so what you gonna do?
Boy, this ain't no joke, it's time to show and prove

You can't hide from luv, no, you can't, babe
I'ma make you want, make you want my luv
Want to make luv, come to me

You can't hide from luv, it's too strong, babe
I'ma make you want, make you want my luv
To make luv, come to me

Now that I got you, this is what I'm gonna do
Boy, I need nobody to move like I move
Wrap your arms around me and don't be shy
What you feel is a real woman, probably for the first time

I just want to see what you're made of
Can you handle me, are you really tough?
Lovers come and go, so what you gonna do?
Boy, this ain't no joke, it's time to show and prove

You can't hide from luv, no, you can't, babe
I'ma make you want, make you want my luv
Want to make luv, come to me

You can't hide from luv, it's too strong, babe
I'ma make you want, make you want my luv
To make luv, come to me

My love, my love
My love, my love, my love

You can't hide from luv, no, you can't, babe
I'ma make you want, make you want my luv
Want to make luv, come to me

You can't hide from luv, it's too strong, babe
I'ma make you want, make you want my luv
To make luv, come to me

You can't hide from luv, no, you can't, babe
I'ma make you want, make you want my luv
Want to make luv, come to me

You can't hide from luv, it's too strong, babe
I'ma make you want, make you want my luv
To make luv, come to me

You can't hide from luv 'cause it's coming to get you
Oh yes, it is

You can't hide from luv
You can't hide from luv
You can't hide from luv

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L.U.V. - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: L.U.V.
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): John Mellencamp

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Lyric:
Guilty 'till proven innocent
I'm thinking about the government
Wondering where the money went
Into outer space, I guess

Lying CS's everywhere
Pretty boys in their underwear
Statue of Liberty who really cares
About freedom

Singin' about L.U.V. baby, L.U.V.
Singin' about L.U.V. baby, L.U.V.

Throw up, throw down, get yourself a better town
All these towns look the same
Self pity, number one recreation
We're dying in the USA

Preacher man, he keeps preachin'
While he covets your wife
I ain't sayin' what's good
I ain't sayin' what's right

Singin' about L.U.V. baby, L.U.V.
Singin' about L.U.V. baby, L.U.V.

Wait a minute, let me check my tan
Am I the same color as Superman?
Helter skelter in a foreign land
Monkeys versus dogs

Lying under a big palm tree
With cream and bananas all over me
That's the way it's supposed to be
Here in the Garden of Eden

Singin' about L.U.V. baby, L.U.V.
Singin' about L.U.V. baby, L.U.V.

Singin' about L.U.V. baby, L.U.V.
Singin' about L.U.V. baby, L.U.V., hey

About L.U.V., about L.U.V.
About L.U.V., about L.U.V.
About L.U.V., about L.U.V.
About L.U.V., about L.U.V.

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40 - 1-Luv - Lyrics - In a Major Way - E

Title: 40 - 1-Luv
Album: In a Major Way
Artist: E
Composer(s): L King, M Whitemon, E Stevens, Darryl Cash

Lyric:
This is the operator, I have a collect call from
Hey this yo' potnah main
Who is an inmate in a California State prison
To deny charges, hang up now
To accept charges, press five now

Well, 1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well

Remember that game Fat Bank Take Skinny Bank?
Well now we play Skinny Bank Take Fat Bank
That's because it ain't no work bein' offered main
They act like they ain't even thinkin' 'bout us main

I promise I swear the po-po threw my homey in the slammer
Did him bad, wish I had my candid camera, made me mad
Vanilla be swarmin' like bees surveillance binoculars hidden in trees
Reliable sources copying keys, oh please

One for the life and two for death, three damn strikes no chances left
Let me tell ya lil' 'bout me E-40 and the C L I C
We used to have to use sheets for curtains, socks for wash towels
I was happy as hell when my cousin gave me his hand-me-downs

This ain't no happy Shirley Temple talleistic crap
This here is serious more Realistic than Radio Shack
Observe as I strike a nerve, reach out and touch my kind
Open up your photo album man and I bet you find
Folks that passed away, potnahs that been blasted away
I miss you steal some liquor main, who got some tissue

1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well

Everybody wanna shoot 'em up bang bang
Way I was raised we had to knuckle up and throw them thangs
We got 'em up and you know I had to check 'em swell
'Cuz if I ran home and didn't fight back my mom'd beat that tail

Just received word from my folks upstate
They said, "They tryin' ta, they tryin' ta take away our weights
And no more beef and pork just Muslim books and fish fork"
And laps around the yard with my Walkman bumpin' this

Now I'm 'bouts ta get married, is it clever?
Thought it was, till I got the Dear John letter
Been down for ten bucks and got a eight year stay
And I just found out she had her baby yesterday

Ain't nobody been to see me yet but I ain't gonna worry
Man ya out there ballin' main can you drop a twenty upinmy commissary
My family thinks that I'm a thug homie
When you see my momma man give her a hug for me and tell her

1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well

Huh, thinkin' back, you gotta watch your back and play it well
Enjoyed myself when I was out there tryin' ta get in that mail
We used to kick it at the waterfront the whole Vallejo
Watchin' the pervin' contestses between E-40 and Del

That's what we did up under the bridge fools posted up
Choppin' game conversatin' gettin' toast up
Leanin' against my seamless convertible tops and boosted cleaners
Them Click boys mobbin' deep in cuts, actin' meanest

The good times, they gone, here in the can is my new phone
Guess in order to do some right I had to do some wrong
Picked up a package yesterday and I was happy
It was a box and full of goodies from my pappy

Tripped me out ain't seen or heard from Poppa Duke in years
Sent me a picture and some fetti dang they sheadin' tears
See first you born then you live then you die
One day soon I'll get another try, 1-luv

1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well

1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
1-luv
1-luv, yeah yeah yeah yeah

1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well
1-luv
1-luv, yeah yeah yeah yeah

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What'S Luv? - Lyrics - Jealous Ones Still Envy - Fat Joe

Title: What'S Luv?
Album: Jealous Ones Still Envy
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Graham Hamilton Lyle, Terry Britten, Irving Lorenzo, Andre L. Parker, Jeffrey Atkins, Christopher Rios, Joseph Cartagena

Lyric:
Put the fuckin' mic on
Mic is on
Joe Crack the Don, uh
Yeah yeah, y'all
Irv Gotti

What's luv?
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be about us
Be about trust

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's love?
It's about us
It's about trust, babe

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It should be about us
It should be about trust, babe
What's luv?

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 and 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
And 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 and your in love
But what's love gotta do with a little menage
After the party, me and you
Could just slide for a few and she could come too
That's love

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It's about us
It's about trust, babe

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It should be about us
It should be about trust, babe
What's luv?

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
And the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop
You need to come a little closer
And let me put you under my arm 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 and jump in the car
For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal
What's luv?

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It's about us
It's about trust, babe

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It should be about us
It should be about trust, babe
What's luv?

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 and 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
Don't want your stacks just break my back
(Yeah)
Gonna cut you no sack 'cause I'm on it like that
(Whoo)
(Uh, come on)

Come on
(Yeah yeah, y'all)
And put it
(Yeah yeah, y'all)
On me
(Put it on ya girl)
On me
(I'm put it on ya girl)

What's love?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It's about us
It's about trust, babe

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It should be about us
It should be about trust, babe
What's luv?

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It's about us
It's about trust, babe

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It should be about us
It should be about trust, babe
What's luv?

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What'S Love? - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: What'S Love?
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Graham Hamilton Lyle, Terry Britten, Irving Lorenzo, Andre L. Parker, Jeffrey Atkins, Christopher Rios, Joseph Cartagena

Lyric:
Put the fuckin' mic on
Mic is on
Joe Crack the Don, uh
Yeah yeah, y'all
Irv Gotti

What's luv?
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be about us
Be about trust

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's love?
It's about us
It's about trust, babe

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It should be about us
It should be about trust, babe
What's luv?

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 and 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
And 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 and your in love
But what's love gotta do with a little menage
After the party, me and you
Could just slide for a few and she could come too
That's love

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It's about us
It's about trust, babe

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It should be about us
It should be about trust, babe
What's luv?

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
And the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop
You need to come a little closer
And let me put you under my arm 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 and jump in the car
For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal
What's luv?

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It's about us
It's about trust, babe

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It should be about us
It should be about trust, babe
What's luv?

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 and 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
Don't want your stacks just break my back
(Yeah)
Gonna cut you no sack 'cause I'm on it like that
(Whoo)
(Uh, come on)

Come on
(Yeah yeah, y'all)
And put it
(Yeah yeah, y'all)
On me
(Put it on ya girl)
On me
(I'm put it on ya girl)

What's love?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It's about us
It's about trust, babe

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It should be about us
It should be about trust, babe
What's luv?

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It's about us
It's about trust, babe

What's luv?
(Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's luv?
It should be about us
It should be about trust, babe
What's luv?

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Beautiful - Lyrics - How You Luv That?, Vol. 1 - Big Tymers

Title: Beautiful
Album: How You Luv That?, Vol. 1
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Phalon Alexander, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Now I'm feelin' good and fine
Smokin' green and drinkin' wine
Ten thousand dollars at the bar
(All on baby)
I guess this makes me a super-duper star
Drinkin' ripple and tanquerae
A brand new drink, I call it ripple-rae

My life is beautiful
(Livin' that good life)
It's just beautiful
(Livin' that good life)

My life is beautiful
(Livin' that good life)
It's just beautiful
(Livin' that good life)

Baby take me to the motel
When we finished you can go tell
Teresa, Lisa, and Dawn
How we got butt-naked and go it on
How I split ya, hit ya and bring ya home
Stole ya chains and rings and here an' bone

My life is beautiful
(Livin' that good life)
It's just beautiful
(Livin' that good life)

Don't hate me baby 'cause I'm beautiful
These fancy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These fancy cars ain't new to y'all

How you love that 1998 that's Big Tymer style
There's a lot of these niggas baller blockin'
Standin' in the way 'cause I'm gon' shine
All the time how you love that
(Yeah)

On the bass, Funky Fingaz, can I get a wodie
On the keys, just wodie
(Wooday)
Just wodie, Big wodie
(Wooday, wooday)
Take it to the bridge, take it to the bridge

Just roller skate, roller skate
Don't player hate, player hate
Just roller skate, roller skate
Don't player hate, player hate

My life is beautiful
(Livin' that good life)
It's just beautiful
(Livin' that good life)

This here is platinum material, just light, light-weight interlude
How you luv that it's gorgeous out chea
I'm a neighborhood superstar, I'd rather be young rich and local
Than nation-wide and broke, bro

All the time, all the time
(All the time)
Y'all can say what you want about me
I got this man, drinks is on me
Everybody order somethin', drinks on me

Everything on me, I love myself
(Moet, Moet)
I love myself, I love myself
Shouts out to the whole city
The broads alright, but the niggas pretty

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Beautiful (Vol2 Version) - Lyrics - How You Luv That?, Vol. 2 - Big Tymers

Title: Beautiful (Vol2 Version)
Album: How You Luv That?, Vol. 2
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Phalon Alexander, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Now I'm feelin' good and fine
Smokin' green and drinkin' wine
Ten thousand dollars at the bar
(All on baby)
I guess this makes me a super-duper star
Drinkin' ripple and tanquerae
A brand new drink, I call it ripple-rae

My life is beautiful
(Livin' that good life)
It's just beautiful
(Livin' that good life)

My life is beautiful
(Livin' that good life)
It's just beautiful
(Livin' that good life)

Baby take me to the motel
When we finished you can go tell
Teresa, Lisa, and Dawn
How we got butt-naked and go it on
How I split ya, hit ya and bring ya home
Stole ya chains and rings and here an' bone

My life is beautiful
(Livin' that good life)
It's just beautiful
(Livin' that good life)

Don't hate me baby 'cause I'm beautiful
These fancy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me baby cause I'm beautiful
These fancy cars ain't new to y'all

How you love that 1998 that's Big Tymer style
There's a lot of these niggas baller blockin'
Standin' in the way 'cause I'm gon' shine
All the time how you love that
(Yeah)

On the bass, Funky Fingaz, can I get a wodie
On the keys, just wodie
(Wooday)
Just wodie, Big wodie
(Wooday, wooday)
Take it to the bridge, take it to the bridge

Just roller skate, roller skate
Don't player hate, player hate
Just roller skate, roller skate
Don't player hate, player hate

My life is beautiful
(Livin' that good life)
It's just beautiful
(Livin' that good life)

This here is platinum material, just light, light-weight interlude
How you luv that it's gorgeous out chea
I'm a neighborhood superstar, I'd rather be young rich and local
Than nation-wide and broke, bro

All the time, all the time
(All the time)
Y'all can say what you want about me
I got this man, drinks is on me
Everybody order somethin', drinks on me

Everything on me, I love myself
(Moet, Moet)
I love myself, I love myself
Shouts out to the whole city
The broads alright, but the niggas pretty

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Dirty Luv - Lyrics - Hollywood A Go Go - L.A. Guns

Title: Dirty Luv
Album: Hollywood A Go Go
Artist: L.A. Guns
Composer(s): M Cripps, T Gunns, P Lewis, K Nickels, S Riley

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Lyric:
Come on everybody I'm back in town
Gonna bring you up, gonna shake you down
Gonna set you up to another place
Gonna wipe that smile back on your face

I'm calling all the home girls in L.A.
I've got some thing good, gonna come your way
All the fine girls from old Times Square
I love your style and savor faire

Don't want your conversation
Don't want to talk about trust
I want excitation
I want your dirty luv, dirty luv

Come on, little baby, I love your stuff
I'd die for you, can't get enough
I'm a back door lover in a limousine
I'll show you streets you've never seen

I'll do you baby, do you good
On the trunk and on the hood
Take it faster, take it faster
Call me slave or call me master

Don't want conversation
Or the stars above
Just gimme some stimulation
And a slice of your dirty luv, dirty luv
I'm watchin' you, dirty luv

Oh come on, baby, come on, love
My sweet baby got the stuff

Don't want your complications
Or the stars above
Just gimme some stimulation
I want a slice of your dirty luv
Dirty luv, I'm watchin' you
Dirty luv, dirty luv

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Some Kinda Rush - Lyrics - Booty Luv

Title: Some Kinda Rush
Artist: Booty Luv
Composer(s): Samantha Jane Powell, Cherise Alana Roberts, Carl Martin E Ryden, Nadia Yutinda Shepherd

Lyric:
Feels like some kinda rush
Yeah, yeah, so good
Wanna show you how I feel
Can?t get enough, turn it up

It?s like some kinda drug
Irresistible urge
It flows through my body
It?s lifting me up

So outta control
Taking over my soul
I can?t escape it
'Coz I?m caught in the zone

My pulse flows to the tempo, oh I
I just can?t escape
Feeling time and time again
Can?t stop ?coz I?ve never felt so alive

Feels like some kinda rush
Yeah, yeah, so good
Wanna show you how I feel
Can?t get enough, turn it up

Feels like some kinda rush
Yeah, yeah, so good
Wanna show you how I feel
Can?t get enough, so turn it up

What feeling is this?
A desirable bliss
Gives me butterflies
Feels like my first kiss

I just can?t deny
I need this feeling to heal
My belief in the moment

My pulse flows to the tempo, oh I
I just can?t escape
Feeling time and time again
Can?t stop ?coz I?ve never felt so alive

Feels like some kinda rush
Yeah, yeah, so good
Wanna show you how I feel
Can?t get enough, turn it up

Feels like some kinda rush
Yeah, yeah, so good
Wanna show you how I feel
Can?t get enough, so turn it up

Some kinda rush
Can?t get enough
So turn it up

So turn it up
So turn it up
So turn it up
So turn it up

Feels like some kinda rush
Yeah, yeah, so good
Wanna show you how I feel
Can?t get enough, turn it up

Feels like some kinda rush
Yeah, yeah, so good
Wanna show you how I feel
Can?t get enough, so turn it up

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I'M In Luv - Lyrics - Everything - Joe

Title: I'M In Luv
Album: Everything
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): Teddy Denslow, J Dibbs, Brian Allen

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Lyric:
I'm in luv
Round and round I go
Out of control, I'm in luv
I'm in luv
Round and round I go
Out of control, I'm in luv

Now from the very start
You knew you had my heart
It was plain to see
Ooo, good God Almighty
The way you work that body
It was something to remember
And I dance all in this

Imagine you and me
A gentle summer breeze
What a lovely affair
Champagne and candlelights
Romance and moonlights
Girl, I'm no beginner
So I hope you're no pretender

I can't deny, girl, you turn me on
Make me lose my self-control
Hold me close, I'm in luv, crazy love
Girl, I must admit it
I am so addicted to your love

Ooo, la, la
Girl, you've got it all I need
You can give to me
What I want is your sweet loving, baby
Girl, I'm no beginner
So I hope you're no pretender

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I Luv U - Lyrics - Boy in Da Corner - Dizzee Rascal

Title: I Luv U
Album: Boy in Da Corner
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Mills

Lyric:
I luv U
I luv U
I luv U

Yo if that girl knows where you stay thats poor
Some whore banging on your door what for
Pregnant? What're you talking about this for
Fifteen, she's underage that's raw
And against law 5 years or more
Now she wants a score and half of a draw
That the kind of threat that you can't ignore
That whore got you pinned down to the floor

But it's your own fault you said three magic words
When that's the one for the birds
When you said that she forgot other boys
It's over you better start buying the toys
There was no intention in front of your wife
That she knows this that she's ending your life
It's a real shame you got hacked by the whores
It's a shame that kid probably ain't yours

That girl' some bitch ya know she keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone she just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home these days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you kna' all up in my hair
Thinks that I care keeps following me here
Keeps following me there these days I can't go no where

Ain't that your girl? Nah it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl 'cause it ain't my girl
She got juiced up, oh well, she got chatted up, oh well
I swear that's your man, I ain't got no man
You was with that man, he was just any man
He got hotted up, oh well, he got whacked up, oh well

Alright, she's a bad girl I'ma buss doe
Captain Rascal with a crossbow
She came she got picked off yo
Nah it's not a love ting, get lost hoe
Dizzy Rascal come down like snow
With freezing cold flows like Moscow
Dumb hoe, get me upset, guns blow
Bitch, you're not ready for Skid Row

Leap low Dizzy Rascal dig low
Big feet for the force with my big toe
I got no chaps, no chains not much doe
Get juiced but this ain't a love ting hoe
Don't slap or you might get a ho-hoe
Jambo coming through like Rambo
Love ting takes two like tango
But she ain't my wifey she can go

That girl' some bitch ya know she keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone she just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home these days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you kna' all up in my hair
Thinks that I care keeps following me here
Keeps following me there these days I can't go no where

Ain't that your girl? Nah it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl 'cause it ain't my girl
She got juiced up, oh well, she got chatted up, oh well
I swear that's your man, I ain't got no man
You was with that man, he was just any man
He got hotted up, oh well, he got whacked up, oh well

Listen, I like your girl so you better look after your girl
Or I might just take your girl and make your girl my girl
Switch your girl with Michelle, switch Michelle with Chantalle
Play Chantalle with Shennele, lyrical clientelle but I ain't a bow cat
I don't like the smell I'm gonna go through a shell
And make a boy feel unwell

That girl's from school, that girl's from college
That girl gives brains, that girl gives knowledge
That girl gives head, that girl gives shines
That girl gives BJ's at all times she looks decent, she looks fine
But don't talk about wifey she's not mine
She got batches, 6 in a line, believe me that's not a good sign

That girl' some bitch ya know she keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone she just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home, these days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you kna' all up in my hair
Thinks that I care keeps following me here
Keeps following me there, these days I can't go no where

Ain't that your girl? Nah it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl 'cause it ain't my girl
She got juiced up, oh well, she got chatted up, oh well
I swear that's your man, I ain't got no man
You was with that man, he was just any man
He got hotted up, oh well, he got whacked up, oh well

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Luv N U - Lyrics - Full Circle - Boyz Ii Men

Title: Luv N U
Album: Full Circle
Artist: Boyz Ii Men
Composer(s): Wanya Morris, Jason Paul Edmonds, Dillon F Gorman, Beau Alexander Dozier

Lyric:
Your eyes are telling me
On my knees is where I should be
On your lips I can read my name
Even though you ain't said a thing
I know I've been here before
A familiar place in fact I'm sure
I, you, something in between
That's haunting me

Instantly you're on top of me
So good to see you on top of me
This is where I'm supposed to be
All up into you
There's no place I would rather be
Livin' inside of your ebony
Lovin' you, make love to you
Love ya, oh my love, oh oh lovin' you

Got me open and I can't explain
How in our ecstasy there's no shame
Composure we had is gone
Lust in us we can't tame
We've been here before
This familiar place in fact I'm sure
It was a dusk, dawn, through the afternoon
I'm still in you

Instantly you're on top of me
So good to see you on top of me
This is where I'm supposed to be
All up into you
There's no place I would rather be
Livin' inside of your ebony
Lovin' you, make love to you
Love ya, oh my love, oh oh

Baby I just can't get enough
Even though you're mine
I want it all the time yeah
Make love to you, love ya
Lovin' you, oh oh my love oh oh
You, you, you
Lovin' you, make love to you
Love ya, oh my love, my love, lovin' you

Instantly you're on top of me
So good to see you on top of me
This is where I'm supposed to be
All up into you
There's no place I would rather be
Livin' inside of your ebony
Lovin' you, make love to you
Love ya, oh my love, oh oh

Instantly you're on top of me
Lovin' you, make love to you
Love ya, oh my love, oh oh, lovin' you

Instantly you're on top of me
So good to see you on top of me
This is where I'm supposed to be
All up into you
There's no place I would rather be
Livin' inside of your ebony
Lovin' you, make love to you
Love ya, oh my love, oh oh

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Keep It N' Da Hood 2nite - Lyrics - Boyz N da Hood - Boyz N Da Hood

Title: Keep It N' Da Hood 2nite
Album: Boyz N da Hood
Artist: Boyz N Da Hood
Composer(s): Tracey Sewell, Jay Jenkins, Jacoby White, Miguel L. Scott, Lee Dixon

Lyric:
Okay, okay
Boyz N Da Hood
Yo let's go
Smoke sum, smoke sum
Let's ride, ay, let's ride, a, let's ride, yo

Well, even though you look good 2night
Ay, we gona keep it in da hood 2nite, in da hood 2night
And we can ride in whateva you like
But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night

Being on da ice and don't forget da dice
Ay, we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night
Whateva we doin' we doin' it right
But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night

Ya now 2night we gonna keep the G from my fokes
Dick is a wife beata, plus a peace in da holster
I see da feirce, so I polster the polster
They see me showin' love to young gig and sosa

But it's all propa, ain't no bail hoppas
See a bunch of young gangstas so they wanna stop us
'Cuz we block hoppas, plus we cop droppas
By the day but the night we just cock roppas

Tryin' to catch a dime, cat nights and fat
Let's go get they hair right like a fitted hat
I ain't 'bout to spend a dime unless I get it back
Now you monkey niggaz tell me how real iz dat?

Well, even though you look good 2night
Ay, we gona keep it in da hood 2nite, in da hood 2night
And we can ride in whateva you like
But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night

Being on da ice and don't forget da dice
Ay, we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night
Whateva we doin' we doin' it right
But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night

We gonna roll down peace street to get a room
Off Araf David Avanat, in all da suite
Hit the liquor store on white hall, get sumthin' to eat
At the A crof and Chevron and hot wing 10 peice

Go to OG get sumthin' to cheat
A post up and lease a house, a holla to free
All the kids in da hood steady of followin' me
Luv to see me come around and get dollas from me

Red doggs still rollin' threw twice in a week
'Til my folk got crack, 5 dollas a peice
And everbody got gats, can't afford da streets
We Boyz N Da Hood so we startin' them G's
So get dem guns ready

Well, even though you look good 2night
Ay, we gona keep it in da hood 2nite, in da hood 2night
And we can ride in whateva you like
But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night

Being on da ice and don't forget da dice
Ay, we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night
Whateva we doin' we doin' it right
But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night

West Side well, me is wit da rest of da real
And da best dat it iz, out here
Cadillac, da reals out here
Ya'll already know what it iz out here

Erbody fresh, erbody clean
Fresh white tee, haneechi on da G
Ya a young playa in da flesh
Ya hoes over here so we ain't gotta leave

So tell your girl to tell her girl
To come holla at a playa
'Cuz I'ma nail her first
And afta dat I'ma send you to da club
Head back to da trap and sell slaps on da curb

Well, even though you look good 2night
Ay, we gona keep it in da hood 2nite, in da hood 2night
And we can ride in whateva you like
But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night

Being on da ice and don't forget da dice
Ay, we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night
Whateva we doin' we doin' it right
But we gonna keep it in da hood 2night, in da hood 2night

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Let Me Luv U - Lyrics - Chingy

Title: Let Me Luv U
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Howard Bailey, Keri Lynn Hilson, Timothy Mosley

Lyric:
Yeah, this that pro player music right hurr, man
You ain't even gotta say nothing to a girl
She just gonna give it to ya
This ain't for you rookies though

You can get this lovin', it's nothin'
I think I got the somethin' you wantin'
So when you leave the club and come on in
Private party?s jumpin' over here
Come on in, come on in, 'til mornin', come on in
Come on in, come on in, 'til mornin', come on in

I bumped in to this chick, light skin and 5'6?
Thick as a brick, nice stomach with some wide hips
Approached her like, ?What?s good, baby? You same hood, baby
Maybe we could hook up, oh yeah, we should, baby?

She asked my name, I laugh and flash my chain
I can?t stop starin', damn, she got ass and thangs
We can forget about the club and go to my crib
The finer things in life, that?s how I live

I told her, ?Think about it, take a second, then tell me?
She said ain't nothin' to think about, ya smell me?
She got close, nipped the fur and [Incomprehensible]
And I almost overdosed, I stays fly, ya know, ya know, ya know

You can get this lovin', it's nothin'
I think I got the somethin' you wantin'
So when you leave the club and come on in
Private party?s jumpin' over here
Come on in, come on in, 'til mornin', come on in
Come on in, come on in, 'til mornin', come on in

We on our way to my house, know what I'm thinkin' about?
Pop some Jodeci in, that?ll get her wet, no doubt
Look like you been needin' a friend to please, ya heard me?
With that gangsta love, girl, come ride with a G

Rolled up some of that sticky since she like to smoke
Did a 100 to the pad, had to stash the toast
Pulled into the driveway, hopped out and opened the door
Y'all might think that?s weak but all the real playas know

Got inside, said she cold, so I turned the heat on
Persian rug on the floor to wipe ya feet on
Knowin' in 15 minutes, head boss gon' get beat on
She ain't got no man, I ain't got no woman
Who thurr to cheat on? Can I get it, get it?

You can get this lovin', it's nothin'
I think I got the somethin' you wantin'
So when you leave the club and come on in
Private party?s jumpin' over here
Come on in, come on in, 'til mornin', come on in
Come on in, come on in, 'til mornin', come on in

We in my bedroom, she ask can she take a shower
Hell yeah, thurr go the soap, lotion and baby powder
She got undressed in front of me, she must been readin' my mind
Glad I ain't buyin', this somethin' you?d want to see

Instantly, I snuck in, then she told me get in
I grabbed two glasses and a bottle of that Seagram's Gin
So we got in the jacuzzi, 'cause it's more relaxin'
Call me Mr. Miyagi 'cause that ass I?m gonna be waxin'

She got a lil' tipsy, then started feelin' on me
Then start feelin' on herself, yep, it's goin' down, homey
Next thing I know, she went down, I got blessed
Then she got on top and let it drop, you know the rest

You can get this lovin', it's nothin'
I think I got the somethin' you wantin'
So when you leave the club and come on in
Private party?s jumpin' over here
Come on in, come on in, 'til mornin', come on in
Come on in, come on in, 'til mornin', come on in

You can get this lovin', it's nothin'
I think I got the somethin' you wantin'
So when you leave the club and come on in
Private party?s jumpin' over here
Come on in, come on in, 'til mornin', come on in
Come on in, come on in, 'til mornin', come on in

Let me luv u, baby
Let me luv u, baby

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Dont Mess With My Man! - Lyrics - Booty Luv

Title: Dont Mess With My Man!
Artist: Booty Luv
Composer(s): Ali Shahe Jones-Muhammad, Conesha Owens, Dawn Sherrice Robinson, Raphael Saadiq

Lyric:
He's my boy

He told your ass not once but twice
You hould've took his advice and left the man alone
You still drive by here every night
'Cause you're not wrapped too tight
When he left, your mind explode

You had your chance
And you lost a good man
I know it's sad
Thinking about what you had

If you were smart
Keep that ass off my car
Next time see me
I won't be your lady, no, no

Don't mess with my man
Don't mess with my boy
Don't mess with my man
(Keep your hands off my man)
(Keep your hands)

Don't mess with my man
Don't mess with my boy
Keep your hands off my man
(He's my boy)
Keep your hands off my man
Keep, keep your hands off my man

You bitched at him all night, all day
And constantly complained
Till you drove the man away

Always saying something
Said he wasn't good for nothing
Tell me why the hell you stalking?
You're dismissed now get to walking

You had your chance
And you lost a good man
I know it's sad
Thinking about what you had

If you were smart
Keep that ass off my car
Next time see me
I won't be your lady, no, no

Don't mess with my man
Don't mess with my boy
Don't mess with my man
Keep your hands off my man
Keep your hands

Don't mess with my man
Don't mess with my boy
Keep your hands off my man
(He's my boy)
Keep, keep your hands off my man
Keep your hands off my man

Keep, keep your hands off my man
Keep your hands off my man
Keep your hands

I won't be your lady no, no
Don't mess with my man
Don't mess with my boy
(He told your ass twice)
Don't mess with my man
(So take his advice)
Don't mess with my

Don't mess with my man
Don't mess with my boy
Keep your hands off my man
(No, no)

Don't mess with my man
Don't mess with my boy
Don't mess with my man
Keep your hands off my man
Keep Your hands

Don't mess with my man
Don't mess with my boy
Keep your hands off my man
(He's my boy)

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I Luv U - Lyrics - How to Get Everything You Ever Wanted in Ten Easy - Ordinary Boys

Title: I Luv U
Album: How to Get Everything You Ever Wanted in Ten Easy
Artist: Ordinary Boys
Composer(s): Samuel Dylan Preston

Lyric:
I'm not gonna patronize ya
But trying to write down why I like ya
It doesn't make it any better
To just steal kind words off Phil Spector

And I know all these tired cliches
But I don't know which cliche to say
Because cliches don't have any impact
So I guess I will be matter-of-fact

Cos, it's so good to know ya
That I just don't know how to show ya

I love you
You know that
Don't you?
I love you

I'm so sorry that I'm losing
When other boys would leave you swooning
When I finally get my words together
I choke and they are gone forever

But words are words and they mean nothing
Surely I love you counts for something!
So let's be hasty, and let's be reckless
Just being with you, oh it leaves me breathless

Cos, it's so good to know ya
That I just don't know how to show ya

I love you
You know that
Don't you?
I love you

I love you
You know that
Don't you?
I love you

It's so good to know ya
That I just don't know how to show ya

I love you
You know that
Don't you?
I love you

I love you
You know that
Don't you?
I love you

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Do It! - Lyrics - Boy in Da Corner - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Do It!
Album: Boy in Da Corner
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Mills

Lyric:
Ohh oi it's real out hear
Like noone undastands sometimes
Like people can see whats really going on,like people just going mad infront of me u get me
Everyones growing up 2 fast
Friends don't undastand us,adults dont undastand us noone undastands us
We just live 4 what we do like (it's real)its raskit (YO),shout to all the man dem (YO)i'm reppin I'

Sumtimes I wakeup wishing I can sleep forever,I spend my whole life trying to pull myself together
Trying to reinsure myself dat I ain't going mad,i got come to a conclusing it's now or never
Sumtimes I wake up wishing I could sleep for years,I've been through anger pain, blood sweting tears
You think dat anybody in my possien would be glad (yea u would),quite the oppasite more worrys more
Sumtimes I wake up wishing I could sleep for days,its like im lost in luv im only init 'cause it pay
Road things are getting bad,more and more I'm going back to my own ways
Sumtimes I wake up wishing I could sleep for good, and if I had the gutts to end it all belive I wou
Its getting boring always being missrable and sad,S**T I would luv to be palite I really I could
But lifes impressions always get me down,theres not alot to smile bout so I frown
And I talk a big whole heap of badness,because my life is a big whole heap of madness
I've seen alot maybe more than I can take,under pressure everyday trying not to break.(ooohhhh)
But I'll survive because it's wot I do best(get me),i'm a challanger put me to the test

Sleep tight everything will be alright
By the end of the will be the day, just pray dat you see it
Strongly got to be it if you wanna get through it
Strecth your mind to the limit you can DO IT

Sleep tight everything will be alright
By the end of the will be the day, just pray dat you see it
Strongly got to be it if you wanna get through it
Strecth your mind to the limit you can DO IT

Its almost like I got the world on my shoulders, sumtimes (YO)i struggle,(YO)sumtimes u know im hitt
We living hard times
Noone to turn and noone to talk to,lifes like a doorway everybody walk trough
Everybody talkin but nobodys listening, everyday some new S**T weekout and week in
All this negativity why you trying to get,all up in my life (RAHH) where did u get that energy
I don't feel well but u stil bother,you giving me a headache mang u mite aswell clobber me
Blud lately I've been lonely but u only phone me,when you want a fava then u wonder why I'm moany
Don't really ask much so I don't owe much, dont recieve alot of luv so I dont show much
But the little that I'll do I put it in a song for you,handle your bissuness because I do

Sleep tight everything will be alright
By the end of the will be the day, just pray dat you see it
Strongly got to be it if you wanna get through it
Strecth your mind to the limit you can DO IT

Sleep tight everything will be alright
By the end of the will be the day, just pray dat you see it
Strongly got to be it if you wanna get through it
Strecth your mind to the limit you can DO IT

Shout to all the younga's,E3 do your thing but I swear to use school
Get me you come out of it's real out here.(raskits from bow E3,that dizzee rascal from bow E3 yo do
Everybody still hustling (think I aint got you in mind)make it focus I swear to you,you can do anyth
Rascal's from bow E3)real
(And you need to talk more)

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Feel Me - Lyrics - Big Moe

Title: Feel Me
Artist: Big Moe
Composer(s): Harold Lee Clayton, Kerry Moore, Tharron Christop Rodgers, Sigidi Bashir Abdullah, Kenneth Moore, Derrick Haynes, Watasha Toon

Lyric:
Uh, it's Noke D baby, in here with Twin & Gwin
K-Luv nah, I'm talkin' 'bout, it's 2002
What y'all gon do? Keep it real gangsta
Man, it's been a long time comin'

Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah
Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah

Now, if you keep it real, lil' ma go on, put ya hands up
I just need some scrilla, ma go on, pull ya pants up
Now, you can stand up or you can drop down
Open up wide, lil' mama say, ey

Now, I know you throwed dime piece fa sho'
When we talkin' now, I see ya tongue ring glow
And you not like them other lil' boppaz
You kinda throwed you can break us off proper

Ain't no trippin' wit you 'cause I like what we do
It's always somethin' new, that is why you gotta

Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah
Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah

If you keepin' it real, go on, raise ya hands up
South Selia fellas, go on, raise ya dress up
Let ya candle dance in one stance
Turn up yo sound, let your system enhance

Now, ya know we throwed playas, don't save hoes
Candy on chrome, pop trunk on glow
Crawlin' like a gator on the dark now
Ya know I gotta pint pointed in a Sprite

Ain't no talking to the laws, the laws can kiss my balls
Don't do the speed limit when I crawl
If ya know what I'm talkin' about y'all

Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah
Wave ya hands if ya feel me, drop ya top and keep it real, yeah

Lemme tell ya how it feel when ya droppin' ya top
Pullin' up at Exxon and ya watchin' 'em bop
Makin' it hop, bringin' it not
Pullin' through the Cairo with a bad hoe drippin' ya knot

Grabbin' the glock 'cause sometimes boys be hatin'
Mad when they see young K-Luv skatin'
Down to get my cake, baby with the top reclined
Casey in the 4-door with the dot to yo spine

Toon expedition, we ain't playin' no games
We gon' park the 6, so we can floss the range
40 inch chain, so my piece can hang
Ball Kappa tennis shoes is a everyday thing

Purple stuff up in our cup we drank
While sippin' on a gallon, here's the tap we crank
Bodies feelin' good from the X we take
And pockets filled up from the mission we bring

Chunk that deuce in the air
Body rock with the H-town mayor
If you beatin' ya block and got hops on ya drop
Put ya middle fingers up in the air

I just want you to raise ya hands up high
Let me see 'em, player wave 'em left to right
I just want you to drop ya top on yo ride
Man, it's sparklin' inside, it's goin' down tonight

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