[Fat Joe] Put the fuckin mic on.. Mic is on? Joe Crack the Don, uh! Uh.. Irv Gotti!
[Ashanti] What's love?
[Fat Joe] Ashanti, Terror.. Terror Squad It should be about us, be about trust
[Chorus: Ashanti] (Ja Rule) What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it, babe) What's love? It's about us, it's 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, uh, 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 too much, man you're ruinin my high Don't wanna lose the feelin cause, the roof is chillin It's on fire and you lookin good for the gettin I'ma, rider, whether in a hoodie or a linen A provider; you should see the jewelery on my women And I'm, livin it up, the Squad stay fillin the truck With chicks that's willin to triz with us, uh You say you gotta man and you're in love But what's love gotta do with a little menage? After the par-tay, me and you Could just slide for a few and she could come too That's love!
[Verse 2: Fat Joe] Yeah, uh - yeah.. yo, uh, yo Mami 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 Tattoo on your chest with his name in the middle, uh I'm not a hater I just crush a lot And the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop You need to come a little closer.. (come a little closer) And let me put you, under my arms like a Don is supposed ta Please believe, you leave with me We be freakin all night like we was on E You need to trust the God and jump in the car For a little heartache at the Taj Mahal What's love?
[Verse 3: Fat Joe] Yeah, uh, yo Yo I stroll in the club with my hat down Michael Jack style, hot steppin 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 and bullshit; c'mon mami put your body in motion, you got a 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 stoppin me I want the Don Joey Crack on top of me (uh-huh) Don't want your stacks just break my back (yea) Gonna cut you no slack, cause I'm on it like that (uh, woo, uh) Come on (yea yea y'all) and put it all (yea yea y'all) on me (put it on ya girl) on me (I'ma put it on ya girl)