Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Its A Love Thing, artist - Pete Rock. Album song Soul Survivor II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.10.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bbe
Song language: English
Its A Love Thing |
You’re beautiful, the way you wear that, share that |
Have many ladies, but nothing can compare to that smile |
That style that drives men wild |
That ring could have Big Daddy walkin' down the isle |
Proper you a show stopper, girl endure dropper |
I can see me leavin' Suze and bring it home to mama |
What you lookin at is pure bred stallion |
I’m slayin' it you really care to know whose jay in it |
Oh how lucky are we catch you comin' out the shower |
And I’m right there to wipe down your body |
Spread that scented lotion all around your curves |
Anything you want, all she deserves |
Baby calm your nerves make this work |
Only thing in life you fear is being hurt |
Here to protect thought otherwise |
I’m here to correct you can trust me |
You and I now that’s a hot couple |
When it’s off in the same club |
Now you askin' for nothing but trouble |
Watch you jumpin' at the Red Labels |
Got my woman and her girlfriends dancin' on the tables |
Shut down the joint, me I’m just laidback and all |
Surrounded by the gangsters puffin' on the cigar |
Badder chick in the world keep niggas cranked |
Yes the hottest chick on the planet keep a nigga ranked |
The question is can you top that homie |
You can probably pull something close but stop that homie |
Not even, could have that even if I stopped breathin' |
Don’t hope for that my ghost will be pokin' it still |
Read my will my boys get it all no gimmicks |
But I’m here to let you know my jump off is off limits |
Life and love get made for a thug |
Once I settled in you made me a gentleman |
Tot game is crazy diamonds on stilettos |
Travel through these ghettos drop to top |
Let 'em see what I’m workin' with came to win |
How the don keeps the fun to blow in the wind |
World war is magnetic that attracts loot |
She look Wall Street briefcase, pen strife suit |
The hair rub in a bun, spectacles on her nose |
Any deal she makes, my business grows |
They say a woman’s never satisfied |
Till she have me to fill it to her heart’s content |
It’s my blessing, God gave you to me |
And words can’t describe, what you do for me |
Your C.L. |
is, love me or love me not |
But no-one can match this chemistry we got |
Why they all fall, you C.L.'s wife |
Cause all we got is eachother a bond for life |