Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Born To Love You, artist - LL COOL J. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Born To Love You |
| James Todd Smith, knowhatI'msayin? |
| Trackmasters |
| Fresh off the private jet from Europe — did four months out there |
| Extra paper, scoop that up Back on the scene, crisp and clean |
| You know how we get down baby, let me tell you a lil’story |
| You’re not a chickenhead goin «hee-shey» |
| You’re choosy in the bed like «hee-shey» |
| I know your man’s in the feds but «hee-shey» |
| I can’t figure out the reason you keep hawkin me Is it the. |
| invisible settings on the baguettes? |
| The Benzes, Beamers and Corvettes? |
| Or the. |
| wood-grain in the convertible Lex |
| Be ease, shoppin sprees, what designer is next? |
| Is it the. |
| Diablo, parked on Rodeo? |
| Half a mill’in the trunk and I ain’t moved no llello |
| Could it be I’m. |
| anti-pimp, hundred-thousand a clip |
| Hat low, doin donuts when I pull up out the dealership |
| Is it the. |
| the Fortune 500 covers? |
| The family man that got one baby mother? |
| The way I brainwash y’all to love one another |
| And got the whole community bouncin in unity |
| + (girl) |
| (Born to love you baby) Why? |
| (You know I love you baby) Why? |
| (Kiss and hug you baby) Why? |
| (I'll always love you baby) Why? |
| Hmm. |
| you’re not a chickenhead goin «hee-shey» |
| You’re choosy in the bed like «hee-shey» |
| I know your man’s in the feds but «hee-shey» |
| I can’t figure out the reason you be hawkin me Is it the. |
| twenty million I be grabbin a flick? |
| Or my four-hundred million dollar FUBU clique? |
| is it the. |
| «In the House"syndication chips |
| Poppin two bottles, shorty read my lips |
| They say Ladies, Love, Legend in Leather |
| Simple ain’t it… uh, but quite clever |
| Is it the. |
| fact I melt in liquid ice? |
| Tapped it once, you felt it twice |
| Is it the. |
| multiple O’s I’m known for those |
| Temptation Island, wildin cause my neck froze |
| Is it the. |
| bowlegged, hard-headed |
| little honey in my grill with her pinkies wetted? |
| Forget it |
| w/ variations |
| Mmm. |
| you’re not a chickenhead goin «hee-shey» |
| You’re choosy in the bed like «hee-shey» |
| I know your man’s in the feds but «hee-shey» |
| I can’t figure out the reason you keep hawkin me Is it the. |
| way I caress and hold you close? |
| The iller, villa in Barbados? |
| Is it the. |
| Countache rollin up to your door? |
| Yeah |
| Tell your roommate you ain’t dancin no more, yeah |
| Tell 'em your new man is cooler than before, yeah |
| Tell 'em bout them twenty-thousand on tour, yeah |
| Is it the. |
| the way that I defend your honor? |
| Backhand your ex-man, tell him kill the drama? |
| Is it the. |
| way the Mazerrati hug her body |
| make you wanna be my next hottie, uh-huh |
| From the bottom to the bottom to the top to the top |
| Cruuuuuuuise. |
| it don’t stop |
| w/o LL Cool J |