Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where's The Love, artist - Lil' TroyDate of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Where's The Love |
| Where the love at… |
| Momma told me ther’d be days like this |
| But I didn’t listen |
| Never question the woman’s intuition |
| My ambition is to give you what you miss |
| Sweet love |
| Take off your shoes come and get your feet rubbed |
| Us in the tub |
| That’ll be the shit |
| Anybody that don’t believe this can eat a dick |
| I think we soul mates |
| Cause we got so much in common |
| You make them hoes wait |
| When you find the proper woman |
| Then next to me |
| Put your head on my chest |
| Attraction stimulates me |
| But it’s not all about the sex |
| I respect you got a mind |
| And you… self sufficient |
| Opinonate… yet know how to listen |
| Now what’s mine is yours |
| If I’m ballin' you ballin' |
| Tell that other nigga |
| He can stop callin' |
| Check this out |
| I want to be your man |
| I want to be your man baby |
| I’m talkin' about |
| Providing you with all the lights, securities |
| I mean, I think the first step is |
| Going to pick out some rings |
| What you like |
| Baggets and pistol skirts |
| Can’t spend a life |
| Without giving you my answer tonight |
| Cause I gotta catch a early flight |
| What you yellin' about |
| The simple fact that I’m bailin' out |
| I’m makin' moves |
| My record sellin' out |
| I need some affection |
| Love can you teach me a lesson |
| I might be sittin' fat down here in Texas |
| But the thugs ain’t mean |
| So how deep is your love for me |
| How real do you cut for me |
| If the laws came and got me |
| How long were you stuck with me |
| If not long then don’t fuck with me |
| I want you down on my team |
| And support |
| When I’m tryin' to make my green |
| It’s for real |
| I throws some karots in your ring |
| I’ll make it last forever |
| Cuase you know |
| I had that cash forever |
| We can ball till pass together baby |
| Where the love at |
| Yeah… that nigga Lil' Troy |
| Short Stop Records |
| Puttin' down like a G yo |
| That’s how we get our groove on |
| Recognize the mobb |
| I bet you cold working star |
| Wehn they see the flowers that I’m sendin' to your job |
| Read the cards |
| Stick it in your purse |
| Let’s keep it rosey |
| Cause everybody so nosey |
| So you can’t believe what people say |
| Misery, loves company tell them keep away |
| It’ll be ok |
| If you trust in me to make it right |
| Before I hit you I’ll ?? |
| That’s on my baby’s life |
| Will you be my wife |
| Please take this ring |
| And a service to token |
| To make you realize baby I ain' jokin' |
| I’m coping |
| But my advisaries got me ?? |
| I need a god-feared woman |
| Who understands my heart |
| Leave your baggage from past relationships |
| Out of the picture |
| I put my old flames out I done changed |
| All of my digits |
| And that’s real |
| I want to be your man |
| Sober |
| Ain’t really no need to question me |
| For my loyalty or my commitment life |
| You know my presence |
| But you alone |
| To let you know |
| You don’t want to mess with me |
| You need to spend time with me |
| I bring the heat |
| You want to play |
| It ain’t a thing ?? |
| You say you changed |
| You look the same to me |
| Eat and ball too much |
| On the real, cause I done stall too much |
| Girl I want you all too much |
| Ain’t no way in the world |
| Me and you an ball too much |
| Imagine having cabbage |
| Straight lavish |
| Friends wish they can have it |
| Cause I push a rolez, sip crystal glasses |
| I’m all wet |
| Don’t listen to your friends about me cheatin' |
| They dont' know that |
| Your best friend want me |
| Tell that hoe that |
| For show that |
| You know she want the kids |
| You should have knew this |
| True this |
| Two real niggas left |
| I’m one of the fewest |
| Holla at me girl |
| I’m all this |
| We can do this |
| Do that love thing |
| So I can prove that |
| Chorus… till fade |