Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Slave, artist - Knoc-Turn'al. Date of issue: 23.02.2004
Song language: English
Love Slave |
| K: What up Quik? |
| D: 'Ey Knoc |
| K: What up? |
| D: I’m just trippin' off of how you sound to this beat, man! |
| It’s like, it’s that kinda shit that make niggas in the street be like |
| Damn! |
| And the bitches like — |
| I’m just lookin' to have a good time and find some ass to grab |
| A nice bush to stab and hit, minus the bullshit, minus the two bit |
| Up her knowin' I’m ruthless and need of a good bitch |
| So independent, more than my mistress, more than to fuck |
| She comes, reopen the guest list |
| My bunny rabbit, most men want but can’t have it |
| I’ma tap it, and get pornographic, it’s automatic |
| She turns heads, everywhere she goes |
| Men that’s young and old |
| And bisexuals, would like to go low |
| And deliver low blows and high off sex and no do’s |
| I just need me a little good lovin' |
| Sex she wants but she wasn’t my cousin |
| Sexually, she can be, so misleadin' |
| Secretly, between the sheets, and she’s leadin' |
| My love slave (love slave) |
| Love slave (love slave) |
| Pretty skin, high yellow, dressed in all black leather |
| Up in the place, doin' the thing, amazing grace |
| Amazingly shakes ass and cakes |
| Dressed in drape and all lace, breakin' me off |
| Breakin' it down, breakin' a sweat, touchin' the ground |
| Up at the lounge, up at the club, and up at the spot |
| Up in the bathroom, living room, or out on the block |
| I won’t stop, I won’t quit, drinkin' a 5th |
| Bangin' some new shit from Dre & DJ Quik |
| Shakin' the miss fist & miss hit, call up the smile and fake tits |
| Hollywood and fakeness, good and greatness |
| Everything, a difference is, the difference is |
| In this bitch is, she ridin' dick |
| Up this place to be, playin' the game |
| Makin' the dame, ignorin' the fame, ignorin' the things |
| That make a dream and stressed out, simply plain |
| I maintain a main gain of material things |
| Thinkin' bout goin' home, freakin' the ho |
| Bringin' the drink, bringin' some dank and get on the floor |
| I’ma, rock it right and separate the men from mice |
| Live yo' life, fuck the limelight rap hype |
| Lookin' to have a good time by midnight |
| And get mines off and chill with a few dykes |
| Ready and willin', sorority pledgin' |
| Lessen them and breast be puttin' work in |
| Her man won’t know when she craves what she do |
| When she ain’t up in the club and she up in my room |
| I seen some guy for less, die for nothin' |
| Then seen some rest in peace over fuckin' |
| Stay in the place to be, doin' the same thing |
| Maintain my good game and things won’t change |
| Niggas is some timey, salty as one grain |
| I stay a G, and handle mine, stay out to get paid |