I Got A Love

What's goin on baby?

Ain't nuttin - it's CL Smooth

Sextafied everyday; you gotta know that this live

Let's get right to it

"I've got the love.."

"Put the boogie back in, for me and the crew and"

"I've got the love.."

"I'm like tellin you straight on up"

Feel the vibe, when it's bumpin in my tribe, steps the Goodfellas

live on screen now you protect the black queen

Takin my time from the black on black crime

Cause the night Mecca hits, Victoria runs out of secrets

Doin trials in latex Lifestyles Boo; I make you

call my name, and ask who it belongs to

Brand new, with CL, in Carmel, livin well

And never cease to flip the hottest dimepiece

Now the legend increase into a great, truly Mecca made

so in every escapade there's a panty raid

You know the rules, slippin off them ewes; then we can settle

with the woman that can take me to that next level

Lay down the guns and make sons we can teach

From the horseback rides, and the walks on the beach

And if you got pretty feet I won't cheat

I'm into strictly black pearls when I rocket y'all to different worlds

You want a slow wind under my ceilin fan, read books

and beat me at chess, but as for rockin you, who's the best?

It's all good and correct with no disrespect

Skirt chasin hits, takin love to Digable Planets

Be wise and recognize, I'd rather show than tell

Who got the clout to stop fakin me all out

Ease your troubles, place your body in the bubbles

Dimepieces fit around the cutie she run with

Embrace the mood, thinkin totally nude with no limits

Goin through every position within five minutes

Now how we did it got a lot of honies with it

Love is urban now fitted showin nothin but the belly button

Many parlay, and peel off lingerie

So when they come pick the one you could learn from

So feel the beat in Three-Peat like Jordan got wings

cause I'm doin them things, listen

At last come the goodies, every woman got a love

Hot with all that sex appeal for real, can I hit that?

I'm warmer than your triple-goose with hands like a masseuse

Don't play; cause I'm the hood your mama loves anyway

My heart flips when you take long business trips

I want a divorce, no I think I wanna see your boss

Check you later honey, searchin in your coach bag for money

Before you leave, I hug you til you can't breathe

We Kool and the Gang, and kick slang, baby call in sick

but you kiss me goodbye, and said, "I don't trick"

She's so thick, and God is my witness

Sometimes you just can't believe that I'm gettin this

Rewind off the Pete Rock design

I want a cutie with a ageless body and timeless mind

The kind that when I wine and dine she pay the bill

Cause it don't cost much to go Dutch baby