Fat Joe What`s Luv Feat Ashanti Ja Rule Lyrics

What`s Luv Feat Ashanti Ja Rule Lyrics

Fat Joe:] 

 Put the fuckin' mic on 

 Mic is on 

 Joe Crack the Don uh 

 Yeah, Yeah, Y'All 

 Irv Gotti 

  

 [Ashanti:] 

 What's love? 

  

 [Fat Joe:] 

 Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad 

 It should be about us 

 Be about trust 

  

 [Chorus: Ashanti (Ja Rule) {Fat Joe}] 

 What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Y'All} 

 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) {Yeah, Yeah, Uh} 

 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? 

  

 [Verse 1: Fat Joe] 

 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 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 

 Don't wanna lose the feelin' 

 Cause the roof is chillin' 

 It's on fire & you lookin' 

 Good for the gettin' 

 I'm rida  

 Other in a hoodie or a linner I'ma provider 

 You should see the jewelery on my women 

 & I'm livin' it up  

 The squad stay feelin' the truck 

 With Chicks that's willin' to triz with us uh 

 You say you gotta man & your in love 

 But what's love  

 Gotta do with a little menage 

 After the party  

 Just me & you  

 Could just slide for a few 

 & she could come too 

 That's 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, I'm not a hater I just crush a lot 

 & 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) 

 & 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 

 We'd 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 

 What's 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 don't 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 there's no stopin' me 

 I want the Don Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh) 

 Don't want your stacks (Yeah) 

 Just break my back (Uh)  

 Gonna cut you no sack (Whoo) 

 Cause I'm on it like that (Uh, Come On) 

 Come on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All)  

 on me (Put it on ya Girl) on me (I'm put it on ya Girl) 

  

 [Chorus 2 Times