Loungin (Who Do Ya Luv) by LL Cool J | lyrics[fix or update these lyrics]
How you doin miss? My name is L I'm from Queens
I heard about your man he like to lace you wit cream
Dolce Gabbana, Mo-ski-no wit Donna jeans
But he slipped up, and threw his rock to a fiend
He be playin like a Willie cause he dress ya, duh
Neva knowin' that his woman is in need of love
You got Versace gold link stomach chains wit rocks
Official hair style but you stuck up in the spot
Makin love,duke is weak then he fallin asleep
You on the phone wit your old peeps dyin' to creep 'tween my sheets
So what you got Chanel on your feet
Hot sex on a platter makes the mission complete, uh
(chorus)-Total
Who do you love (i wanna lounge wit you)
Are you for sure (i do what i gotta do)
repeat...
Jew-als and Cristal gotta mack a phony style
He ain't watchin you he rather watch his money pile
Can't protect treasures when its in a glass house
Soon as he turn the corner I'ma turn this out
Full blown, frontin' in the 6 wit the chrome
yo B, why you leave your honey all alone wit me
Just because you blessed wit cash
Doesnt mean your honey wont let me finesse this..
So see the moral of the story is a woman need love
The kind you so-called playas never dreamed of
You gotta try love,can't buy love
If you play your hand then it's bye-bye love
(chorus)
Who do you love...are you..for..sure(repeat)
So what you got the cash flow and escro, damn
But your honey ran away like busto-alakazam
Man made the money,money never made the man
You still fakin jax throwin rocks on her hand
See,you put your mack down now you need no brown
Rck roller wit' so much ice your cap's polar
I got em smokin' beanies bottlin bikinis
How you doin miss? My name is L I'm from Queens
I heard about your man he like to lace you wit cream
Dolce Gabbana, Mo-ski-no wit Donna jeans
But he slipped up, and threw his rock to a fiend
He be playin like a Willie cause he dress ya, duh
Neva knowin' that his woman is in need of love
You got Versace gold link stomach chains wit rocks
Official hair style but you stuck up in the spot
Makin love,duke is weak then he fallin asleep
You on the phone wit your old peeps dyin' to creep 'tween my sheets
So what you got Chanel on your feet
Hot sex on a platter makes the mission complete, uh
(chorus)-Total
Who do you love (i wanna lounge wit you)
Are you for sure (i do what i gotta do)
repeat...
Jew-als and Cristal gotta mack a phony style
He ain't watchin you he rather watch his money pile
Can't protect treasures when its in a glass house
Soon as he turn the corner I'ma turn this out
Full blown, frontin' in the 6 wit the chrome
yo B, why you leave your honey all alone wit me
Just because you blessed wit cash
Doesnt mean your honey wont let me finesse this..
So see the moral of the story is a woman need love
The kind you so-called playas never dreamed of
You gotta try love,can't buy love
If you play your hand then it's bye-bye love
(chorus)
Who do you love...are you..for..sure(repeat)
So what you got the cash flow and escro, damn
But your honey ran away like busto-alakazam
Man made the money,money never made the man
You still fakin jax throwin rocks on her hand
See,you put your mack down now you need no brown
Rck roller wit' so much ice your cap's polar
I got em smokin' beanies bottlin bikinis
Pushin ya whip on the fareway to see me
I keep it steamy, I make it burn when it's my turn
Teachin shorty all the tools that you neva learned
Don't get it twisted,gettin money aint wrong
But she wanna make love all night long, I'm gone
(chorus)
keep it chickenhead im lookin for a dime
get my swirve on make it hot word is bond im lickin on your ankle
bracelet we'll be sippin' moet wit strawberries and dat shit im nasty ask me
why i lick my lips so in the darkness i can run my tongue over your tits
its all good sugary u aint leavin' sit up on my face and help my stash grow
even
whipped cream taste mean from the back she bounce wit' LL now shorty's on the
map
i put away the gat,took off the hat,throw ya mo's in the air if u like it like
that
no doubt boo,i keep it real girl,mad pleasure,blowin up your whole world
whatever's clever i got endless cash,trees from Hawaii, 2 pools or baths
(chorus) i'll be loungin with LL Cool J
i'll be loungin' with LL,hey hey
uh,my scenario is grand,a dime peice,hennessey up in my hand
i turn out the lights like teddy,im feenin', standin' in the darkness,now im
ready
uhh,ooh yeah up in ya,let it flow while i pump slow,then i speed it up,heat it
up
make it mo' tasty,so u can swing low and lace me
use your imagination,u do me,i do u,sex education
its all good, it's cranberry absolut,peach shnapps,feelin' tipsy,loungin' on
the rooftops
i'm 'bout to spank u on dat ass(ooh) i know u love it when it lasts(true) when
u need it who u ask(you) what u sayin' when i dash(dont go boo)
(chorus)
u got to bounce wit me suga,word up,u got to bounce wit me suga,worda
worda,word up...
warm it up suga,make it hot,shorties'll swarm,make me wanna bust shots,we
speak daily on the regular,run your jibs all day chip in my cellular
shoot down to jamaica,pretty white sand,suntan oil,pina' coladas in my hand
layin up at night,peepin' at stars,remember,when we was at the club in da
bars?
i told ya my status was that of a don,u thought i was a dog and u aint wanna
get it on,but my mind has attractin' qualities,all the emotions of a young
lady
so here u are,smack dab up in the mix,shorty this here's about as good as it
gets
word up,i'ma treat u like a queen from the heart,crack the bubbly,and let the
episode start.
(chorus
Mr. Smith (1995)
keep it chickenhead,im lookin for a dime
get my swirve on,make it hot,word is bond, im lickin on your ankle
bracelet,we'll be sippin' moet wit strawberries and dat shit, im nasty ask me
why i lick my lips so in the darkness i can run my tongue over your tits
its all good sugary,u aint leavin' sit up on my face and help my stash grow
even
whipped cream taste mean from the back she bounce wit' LL now shorty's on the
map
i put away the gat,took off the hat,throw ya mo's in the air if u like it like
that
no doubt boo,i keep it real girl,mad pleasure,blowin up your whole world
whatever's clever i got endless cash,trees from Hawaii, 2 pools or baths
[chorus]
i'll be loungin with LL Cool J
i'll be loungin' with LL,hey hey
uh,my scenario is grand,a dime peice,hennessey up in my hand
i turn out the lights like teddy,im feenin', standin' in the darkness,now im
ready
uhh,ooh yeah up in ya,let it flow while i pump slow,then i speed it up,heat it
up
make it mo' tasty,so u can swing low and lace me
use your imagination,u do me,i do u,sex education
its all good, it's cranberry absolut,peach shnapps,feelin' tipsy,loungin' on
the rooftops
i'm 'bout to spank u on dat ass(ooh) i know u love it when it lasts(true) when
u need it who u ask (you) what u sayin' when i dash (dont go boo)
[chorus]
u got to bounce wit me suga,word up,u got to bounce wit me suga,worda
worda,word up...
warm it up suga,make it hot,shorties'll swarm,make me wanna bust shots,we
speak daily on the regular,run your jibs all day chip in my cellular
shoot down to jamaica,pretty white sand,suntan oil,pina' coladas in my hand
layin up at night,peepin' at stars,remember,when we was at the club in da
bars?
i told ya my status was that of a don,u thought i was a dog and u aint wanna
get it on,but my mind has attractin' qualities,all the emotions of a young
lady
so here u are,smack dab up in the mix,shorty this here's about as good as it
gets
word up,i'ma treat u like a queen from the heart,crack the bubbly,and let the
episode start.
[chorus]
How you doin miss? My name is L I'm from Queens
I heard about your man he like to lace you wit cream
Dolce Gabbana, Mo-ski-no wit Donna jeans
but he slipped up, and threw his rock to a fiend
He be playin like a Willie cause he dress ya dove
Neva knowin that his woman is in need of love
You got Versace gold link stomach chains wit rocks
Official hair style but you stuck up in the spot
Makin love, Duke is weak then he fallin asleep
You on the phone wit your old peeps dyin to creep 'tween my sheets
So what you got Chanel on your feet
Hot sex on a platter makes the mission complete, uh
(chorus) repeat 2x
Who do you love (I wanna lounge wit you)
Are you for sure (I do what I gotta do)
Jew-als and Cristal gotta mack a phony style
He ain't watchin you he rather watch his money pile
Can't protect treasures when its in a glass house
Soon as he turn the corner I'ma turn that ass out
Full blown, frontin in the 6 wit the chrome
Yo B, why you leave your honey all alone wit me
Just because you blessed wit cash
doesn't mean your honey won't let me finesse that ass
So see the moral of the story is a woman need love
The kind you so-called players never dreamed of
You gotta try love, can't buy love
If you play your hand then it's bye-bye love
(chorus)
So what you got the cash flow and escro, damn
But your honey ran away like presto, ala-kazam
Man made the money, money never made the man
You still fakin jacks throwin rocks on her hand
See, you put your mack down now you Nino Brown
Rock roller wit' so much ice your cap's polar
I got em smokin beanies, modelin bikinis
Pushin ya whip on the freeway to see me
I keep it steamy, I make it burn when it's my turn
Teachin shorty all the tools that you neva learned
Don't get it twisted, gettin money ain't wrong
But she wanna make love all night long, I'm gone
(chorus)
keep it chickenhead,im lookin for a dime
get my swirve on,make it hot,word is bond, im lickin on your ankle
bracelet,we'll be sippin' moet wit strawberries and dat shit, im nasty ask me
why i lick my lips so in the darkness i can run my tongue over your tits
its all good sugary,u aint leavin' sit up on my face and help my stash grow
even
whipped cream taste mean from the back she bounce wit' LL now shorty's on the
map
i put away the gat,took off the hat,throw ya mo's in the air if u like it like
that
no doubt boo,i keep it real girl,mad pleasure,blowin up your whole world
whatever's clever i got endless cash,trees from Hawaii, 2 pools or baths
[chorus]
i'll be loungin with LL Cool J
i'll be loungin' with LL,hey hey
uh,my scenario is grand,a dime peice,hennessey up in my hand
i turn out the lights like teddy,im feenin', standin' in the darkness,now im
ready
uhh,ooh yeah up in ya,let it flow while i pump slow,then i speed it up,heat it
up
make it mo' tasty,so u can swing low and lace me
use your imagination,u do me,i do u,sex education
its all good, it's cranberry absolut,peach shnapps,feelin' tipsy,loungin' on
the rooftops
i'm 'bout to spank u on dat ass(ooh) i know u love it when it lasts(true) when
u need it who u ask (you) what u sayin' when i dash (dont go boo)
[chorus]
u got to bounce wit me suga,word up,u got to bounce wit me suga,worda
worda,word up...
warm it up suga,make it hot,shorties'll swarm,make me wanna bust shots,we
speak daily on the regular,run your jibs all day chip in my cellular
shoot down to jamaica,pretty white sand,suntan oil,pina' coladas in my hand
layin up at night,peepin' at stars,remember,when we was at the club in da
bars?
i told ya my status was that of a don,u thought i was a dog and u aint wanna
get it on,but my mind has attractin' qualities,all the emotions of a young
lady
so here u are,smack dab up in the mix,shorty this here's about as good as it
gets
word up,i'ma treat u like a queen from the heart,crack the bubbly,and let the
episode start.
[chorus]
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| Emotions analysis of lyrics... | love 28, like 21, need 11, darkness 6, down 6, doubt 3, low 3, mad 3, alone 3, weak 3, corner 3, wrong 2,
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