Перевод песни Fat Joe – What's Luv?

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Fat Joe)
Put the f**kin' mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don uh Yeah, Yeah, Y'All
Irv Gotti
What's love?
(Fat Joe)
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be about us Be about trust
(Chorus: Ashanti)
What's Love? (Got to do, got to do with it, babe)
What's Love?
It's about us It's be about trust babe
What's Love? (Got to do, got to do with it, babe)
What's Love?
It should be about us It should be about trust babe
What's Love?
(Verse 1: Fat Joe)
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby
Let you know from the get go 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 too much man your ruinin' my high
Don't wanna lose the feelin'
Cause the roof an ceilin
Is on fire & you lookin'
Good for the gettin'
I'm a rider
Hooker in a hoodie or a linner I'm a 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
Me & you
Could just slide for a few
& she could come too
What's Love
(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 somethin' with you
Ass is fat, frame is little
Tatoo on 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 (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
(Verse 3: Fat Joe, Ashanti)
(Fat Joe)
Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down
Michael Jack style (he he)
Hot 7 who the Mack now?
Not my fault cause they love the kid
Might 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 slack (Whoo)
Cause I'm on 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 a put it on ya girl)
(Chorus) — repeat 2X