What's Love

Put the f**kin' 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?

Get It Poppin'

Crack, yeah, Scott Storch y'all

Dirty, Crack, c'mon

It's two up in the mornin' girl

And the DJ playin' that song

Now what'chu gon' do?

(Gonna get get get it poppin' boy)

Now what'chu gon' do?

  (Gonna get get get it poppin')

I said, it's two up in the mornin' girl

And the DJ playin' that song

Now what'chu gon' do?

(Gonna get get get it poppin' boy)

Now what'chu gon' do?

  (Gonna get get get it poppin')

I got that black no limit American Express card

Mami you can get whatever you like

Plus I got that all-black Phantom, it's tinted on four sides

Go 'head kiss it, they can't see us inside

Mami tell me do you like it, I know you like it

It's written all over your face don't fight it

You like it, more than I like it

So put it all over your face don't bite it

From rags to riches, club packed with bitches

Had to bag them digits, her head game was vicious

And we can get it poppin' in the bathroom

Don't be selfish ma, go ahead and pass it to him

Then we can all f**k

It's like a million on my neck, got all of these bitches all awestruck

We pissy drunk off of Seraphim

I'm up in V.I.P. and these bitches are screamin', let me in

It's two up in the mornin' girl

And the DJ playin' that song

Now what'chu gon' do?

(Gonna get get get it poppin' boy)

Now what'chu gon' do?

  (Gonna get get get it poppin')

It's two up in the mornin' now

And I'm tryin' to go home wit'chu

Now what'chu gon' do?

(Gonna get get get it poppin' boy)

Now what'chu gon' do?

  (Gonna get get get it poppin')

Get it poppin', go 'head and drop it

It's written all over your face, don't stop it

Just drop it, more like it's hot miss

Kick in the do' with the fo-fo messin' with Joe

Now this chick got an ass so fat in fact I

Put a drink on it and I came right back

She would never talk to a lame like that

In my ear screamin', how you got a name like Crack

Crack, similar to Mike Jones

Say my name enough, then I'm takin' you home

You know I walk with I talk with

I sleep with the chrome, one squeeze and you're gone

What I look like, not takin' at least

Three to six women out the club with me

Now we back to the f**k pad, call it the f**k pad

'Cause all these bitches f**kin' with me, talk to 'em dirty

It's two up in the mornin' girl

And the DJ playin' that song

Now what'chu gon' do?

(Gonna get get get it poppin' boy)

Now what'chu gon' do?

  (Gonna get get get it poppin')

Well it's two up in the mornin' and

Them niggaz try'n hate on your crew

Nigga, what'chu gon' do?

(I'ma get get get it poppin' boy)

Yeah, what'chu gon' do?

  (I'ma get get get it poppin')

Now when them doors swing open with that awkward motion

What'chu call it, suicide, it's a suicide

And if them niggaz talk shit 'cause they drunk off that potion

They commitin', suicide, it's a suicide

Let's get it poppin' my niggaz, cook, yo

I got a shotty my niggaz, oh, Lord

I feel sorry for your mudda f**ker, give a f**k what you say

Spin your head back, promote you on a videotape

It's two up in the mornin' girl

And the DJ playin' that song

Now what'chu gon' do?

(I'ma get get get it poppin')

Now what'chu gon' do?

  (I'ma get get get it poppin')

It's four up in the mornin' now

And I'm tryin' to go home wit'chu

Girl, what'chu gon' do?

(I'ma get get get it poppin')

What'chu gon' do?

  (I'ma get get get it poppin')

C'mon, yeah, it's Crack, what'chu gon' do?

Cafe [Incomprehensible], all my people in there partyin'

All the party people across the world

Ladies, "Things of that Nature"