[LL Cool J]
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How you doin miss? My name is L I'm from Queens
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I heard about your man he like to lace you wit cream
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Dolce Gabbana, Mo-ski-no wit Donna jeans
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but he slipped up, and threw his rock to a fiend
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He be playin like a Willie cause he dress ya dove
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Neva knowin that his woman is in need of love
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You got Versace gold link stomach chains wit rocks
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Official hair style but you stuck up in the spot
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Makin love, Duke is weak then he fallin asleep
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You on the phone wit your old peeps dyin to creep 'tween my sheets
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So what you got Chanel on your feet
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Hot sex on a platter makes the mission complete, uh
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[Chorus: Total (repeat 2X)]
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Who do you love (I wanna lounge wit you)
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Are you for sure (I do what I gotta do)
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[LL Cool J]
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Jew-als and Cristal gotta mack a phony style
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He ain't watchin you he rather watch his money pile
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Can't protect treasures when its in a glass house
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Soon as he turn the corner I'ma turn that ass out
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Full blown, frontin in the 6 wit the chrome
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Yo B, why you leave your honey all alone wit me
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Just because you blessed wit cash
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doesn't mean your honey won't let me finesse that ass
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So see the moral of the story is a woman need love
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The kind you so-called players never dreamed of
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You gotta try love, can't buy love
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If you play your hand then it's bye-bye love
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[Chorus]
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[LL Cool J]
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So what you got the cash flow and escro, damn
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But your honey ran away like presto, ala-kazam
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Man made the money, money never made the man
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You still fakin jacks throwin rocks on her hand
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See, you put your mack down now you Nino Brown
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Rock roller wit' so much ice your cap's polar
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I got em smokin beanies, modelin bikinis
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Pushin ya whip on the freeway to see me
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I keep it steamy, I make it burn when it's my turn
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Teachin shorty all the tools that you neva learned
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Don't get it twisted, gettin money ain't wrong
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But she wanna make love all night long, I'm gone
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[Chorus]
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Loungin' (Who Do You Love Remix)
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LL Cool J |