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Louis & Luis: Louis Armstrong and Luis Russell 1929-1941 (Louis Armstrong) · Luv Collection: Hot Luv (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Luv Collection: Movie Luv (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Luv Collection: Real Luv (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Luv Collection: Smooth Luv (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Luv Me Luv Me (Pepita) · She Loves Me Not...She Loves Me (Bob E. Bard) · She Loves Me She Loves Me Not (Kiss It Goodbye) · She's the Day, She's the Night (D. & G.) · She-Boom She-Boom 1963-1973: The African-American (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


(Kool Keith)
Well I'm first to rock, Moe Luv's the disc jock
By my side and wit the mix
?Clyde? scratches, mathces, all cuts combine
The faster
its grief(Wha)
I don't believe its Suzie and all de other girls I meet(Die)
De luv for me she have that is de only thing I need
I don't intend right
don't think I coulda done it
Gotta give you ya props you a strong black woman
Look I luv dat women and I mean everythang
When I say she mean everythang I
intention in front of your wife
that she knows this that she's ending your life
its a real shame you got hacked by the whores
its a real shame that kid
its grief(Wha)
I don't believe its Suzie and all de other girls I meet(Die)
De luv for me she have that is de only thing I need
I don't intend right
intention in front of your wife
that she knows this that she's ending your life
its a real shame you got hacked by the whores
its a real shame that kid
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre'
and you know it and you really wanna show it
If you're sexy and you know it clap your hands

Go DJ
Cut the scratch
Go DJ
Don't stop
Go DJ
Cut
DJ keep playin' this song for me
Out on the floor in my arms she's gotta be
Let's get it on (let's get it on)
Jam all night long
Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
DJ keep playin' this song for me
Out on the floor in my arms she's gotta be
Let's get it on (let's get it on)
Jam all night long
Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
Grown ups, in between, children and babies
Right about now it's yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie

Fre Fresh err Fresh
Fre Fresh err Fresh
Fre
you (oh)
(Get set, get set)

Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' this song for me
Out on the floor in my arms she's gotta be
Let's get it on (let's get it on)
where I belong
Every winter free of snow
San Luis Obispo
But if she’s coming back again
I would flee but until then
Every day my love it grows
San
yuh tek it
It's like ah bicycle so yuh hold it and charge
Now yuh watch it so yuh ah crash she ah tell yuh sey fi grab it
Gal she ah beg yuh and ah bawl
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh, fre'
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, chil'ren and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again
D-J Mannie
Fre' fresh err fresh
Fre'
intention in front of your wife
that she knows this that she's ending your life
its a real shame you got hacked by the whores
its a real shame that kid
intention in front of your wife
that she knows this that she's ending your life
its a real shame you got hacked by the whores
its a real shame that kid
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
You gotta luv it baby you is fly as da sky
Now work dat tinkerbell for dat M-O-N-E-why
I see it in ya eyes dancin yea she got da glare
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
Well gal, ya di top a the top
Yuh are the wickedest wine
Luv how yuh bubble pon time
And if a gal a grudge yuh fi yuh looks
Yuh know she cyan stop
a groove with you
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' that song for me
Out on the floor in my arms, she's gotta be
Let's get it on (let's get it on)
Clinton, Barack Obama
Made the moral trap or die ask Dj Drama
It goes freak big meech
And muthafuck Osama (yea)
An he ain't talm bout nothin' so whats up