Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hey Luv , by - D.I.T.C.. Song from the album D.I.T.C., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.02.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Hey Luv |
| Yeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O. C |
| You know how we do things |
| We always get our way |
| Yeah, never pay when we play |
| Know what I mean |
| Uhh |
| Yo, I only think of broads on two occasions |
| When I’m blazin' and tryna persuade 'em |
| To slide off with slick dialogue |
| I even pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty |
| Pocket of Benji', swallowin' Jimmy |
| Mami’s hot already, Poppi been heavy |
| Before I got signed, before I wore signs |
| Why them broke niggas swear they only quote dimes? |
| Or hold minds? |
| And laid a law |
| ?Forced into immigrant walls? |
| Makin' mid high calls |
| Like «Damn paso’s!» |
| Y’all ain’t playa’s y’all just keep the bench warm |
| While I run through 'em, like Stephon |
| Get your game tight, I’m the exception |
| A freak when I get my sex on |
| Lick cheeks when the thongs come off |
| Whip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz |
| For starters, take shots with Polaroids |
| Runnin' trizzy, call all my boys |
| Watchin' Six get busy with a roll of toys |
| Still keep it low poised |
| Tearin' the club up |
| My niggas wild and drunk |
| Ain’t no stoppin' us |
| From gettin' lots of love, puffin' choc-a-late |
| On acid we got the rough |
| Should we locks it up? |
| It ain’t hard to spot us |
| Pullin' the Expo slow, tellin' them hoes to pile up |
| No wonder on the low, niggas despise us |
| 'Cause we liver |
| When we up in the clubs we lookin' major, hey luv |
| We pop puffs, 'cause we paid up, hey luv |
| Then it’s off to my crib for a night cap, straight up |
| Forget the small talk ma we just wanna lay up |
| Yea, stick the pretty thug |
| Diddy bopper stopped by the titty clubs |
| Pimpin' ain’t easy, like the shit I did with Willie Stubbs |
| Really love |
| Money, power and respect |
| Honeys that fuck for hours in bed |
| Sex in the showers the best |
| Check out the body banger |
| The hottest Pocahontas, she’s probably danger |
| I’m not a stranger |
| To the game so I’m throwing change ups |
| Like willy fingers tryin' to figure her out |
| I dig her style, I’ma find out what this chick is about |
| Fuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin' honey |
| A playboy bunny |
| That never wants nuthin' from me |
| It’s funny how she’s one of a kind |
| From front and behind, top of the line |
| Dimepiece, bright as the sunshine |
| My kinda lady, maybe |
| Drives me crazy, like Miss Daisy |
| The way she shakes her acey |
| Makes me wanna taste her pastry |
| Maybe it’s the liquor talkin' |
| 'Cause I don’t whisper often |
| A simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin' she was closin' |
| This is more than just a portion |
| Of my lifestyle, I raise my right brow |
| Took her to the crib, and turn the lights out |
| When we up in the clubs we lookin' major, hey luv |
| We pop puffs, 'cause we paid up, hey luv |
| Then it’s off to my crib for a night cap, straight up |
| Forget the small talk ma we just wanna lay up |
| Ungh, listen ma |
| It’s only certain ones |
| That get to slurpin' with my tongue |
| Worsened by some |
| Hurtin' them buns |
| Workin' it luv |
| Shit is worse when I’m numb |
| Any hottie gettin' back shotties |
| It’ll probably be hours before |
| I seem twisted from the Bacardi on |
| If the party on |
| Strip like it’s Mardi Gras |
| Brought the camcorders along |
| Ladies, time to flaunt yours |
| Get the honey, pour it on |
| Lickin' your buddy, I saw it all |
| Recorded it all |
| So if you wanna be on that at all |
| Got the baddest broads |
| Lockin' they jaws |
| Never cockin' it raw |
| I’m not the AIDS type for blotches or sores |
| I’m gettin' paid right, watch full of frost |
| Even my chains ice nigga, alotta’s the call |
| Some sheist whores, I see 'em comin' |
| It’s like, once you pluck 'em, they pregnant or somethin' |
| For dough they hunger |
| Tryna trap dudes |
| See I get my woman bashful |
| Freak on the low, on natural |
| Bank account on cash rules |
| That’s an example, so what I’m tappin' your boo |
| Laughin' at you (hahaha) |
| Spendin' your loot, on casual |
| Jewels, and shoes |
| Don’t act the fool |
| Like your screws loose |
| I ain’t to blame |
| See she wasn’t tame |
| And I ain’t even have to drop game |
| Born to rock game |
| Milan', when my crew’s involved, this is how we swing |
| This is how we swing |
| When we up in the clubs we lookin' major, hey luv |
| We pop puffs, 'cause we paid up, hey luv |
| Then it’s off to my crib for a night cap, straight up |
| Forget the small talk ma we just wanna lay up |
| Lay up, lay up |
| Straight up, straight up |
| Ungh, ungh, ungh |