What's Luv

[Fat Joe:] Put the fuckin mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don uh Yeah, Yeah, YAll Irv Gotti [Ashanti:] Whats love? [Fat Joe:] Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad It should be about us Be about trust [Chorus: Ashanti (Ja Rule) {Fat Joe}] Whats love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, YAll} Whats love? Its about us {Its about us} Its about trust babe {Be about trust} Whats love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Uh} Whats love? It should be about us {It should be about us} It should be about trust babe {Be about trust} Whats love? [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby Let you know from the gate I dont go down lady I wanna chick with thick hips That licks her lips She can be the office type or like to strip Girl you get me aroused how you look in my eye But you talk to much man your ruinin my high Dont wanna lose the feelin Cause the roof is chillin Its on fire & you lookin Good for the gettin Im rida Other in a hoodie or a linner Ima provider You should see the jewelery on my women & Im livin it up The squad stay feelin the truck With Chicks thats willin to triz with us uh You say you gotta man & your in love But whats love Gotta do with a little menage After the party Just me & you Could just slide for a few & she could come too Thats love! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I know you got issues You gotta man But you need to understand That you got something with you Ass is fat, frame is little Tattoo in your chest with his name in the middle Uh, Im not a hater I just crush a lot & the way you shake your booty I dont want you to stop You Need to come a little closer (You need to come a little closer) & let me put you under my arm like a Don is supposed ta (Like a Don is supposed ta) Please believe You leave with me Wed be freakin all night like we was on E You need to trust the god & jump in the car For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal Whats love? [Chorus] [Verse 3: Fat Joe, Ashanti] Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down Michael Jack style Hot 7 who the mack now? Not my fault cause they love the kid Ma be the chain or the whip I dont know what it is We just party & bullshit Come on mommy put your body in motion You gotta nigga open You came here with the heart to cheat So you need to sing the song with me All my ladies come on [Ashanti (Fat Joe)] When I look in your eyes theres no stopin me I want the Don Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh) Dont want your stacks (Yeah) Just break my back (Uh) Gonna cut you no sack (Whoo) Cause Im on it like that (Uh, Come On) Come on (Yeah, Yeah, YAll) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, YAll) on me (Put it on ya Girl) on me (Im put it on ya Girl) [Chorus 2 Times]