Fat Joe & Ashanti What¦s lo Lyrics

What's love?

Joe Crack the Don, J Lo, Irv Gotti
Ashanti, Terror Squad
And another one

What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's love?
It's about us (It's about us)
It's about trust babe (Be about trust)
What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe)
What's love?
It should be about us (It should be about us)
It should be about trust babe (Be about trust)
What's love?

Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby
Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady
I wanna chick with thick hips
That licks her lips
She could be the office type or like to strip
Yo, you get me aroused how you look in my eye
But you talk too much, man your ruinin' my high
I don't wanna lose the feelin'
'Cos the roof and ceilin'
Is on fire and you lookin'
Good for the gettin'
I'm a rider
Whether in a hoody or a linen, a provider
You should see the jewellery on my women
And I'm livin' it up
The squad stay fillin' the truck
With chicks that's willin' to triz with us uh
You say you got a man and you're in love
But what's love
Gotta do with a little menage
After the party
Me and you
Could just slide for a few
And she could come too
That's love!

Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I know you got issues
You got a man
But you need to understand
That you got something with you
a__ is fat, frame is little
Tattoo on your chest with his name in the middle
Ugh, I'm not a hater I just crush a lot
And the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop
You need to come a little closer (You need to come a little closer)
And let me put you under my arm like a don is supposed to
(Like a don is supposed ta)
Please believe
You leave with me
We be freakin' all night like we was on
You need to trust the God and jump in the car
For a little hard aid at the Taj Mahal
What's love?

Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down
Michael Jack style
High steppin' who the mack now?
Not my fault that they love the kid
Might be the chain or the whip
I don't know what it is
We just party
Come on mammy put your body in motion
You gotta open
You came here with the heart to cheat
So you need to sing a song with me
All my ladies come on

From the look in your eyes there's no stoppin' you
I want the thug Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh)
There's muchos stacks (Yeah)
Just break my back (Uh)
Don't cut 'em no slack (Whoo)
'Cos I want it like that (Uh, Come On)
Come on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) and put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All)
on me (Put it on ya Girl) on me (I'm put it on ya Girl)