C.L. Smooth - I Got a Love lyrics

[Intro: CL Smooth] What's going on baby? Ain't nutting - it's CL Smooth Sextafied everyday; you gotta know that this live Let's get right to it [Hook] I ain't got the love Cut the funky records, for me and the crew and I ain't got the love I'm like tellin you straight on up [Verse 1: CL Smooth] Feel the vibe, when it's bumping in my tribe, steps the Goodfellas Live on screen now you protect the black queen Takin my time from the black on black crime Cause the night Mecca hits, Victoria runs out of secrets Doing trials in latex Lifestyles Boo; I make you Call my name, and ask who it belongs to Brand new, with CL, in Carmel, living well And never cease to flip the hottest dimepiece Now the legend increase into a great, truly Mecca made So in every escapade there's a panty raid You know the rules, slipping off them ewes; then we can settle With the woman that can take me to that next level Lay down the guns and make sons we can teach From the horseback rides, and the walks on the beach And if you got pretty feet I won't cheat I'm into strictly black pearls when I rocket y'all to different worlds [Hook] [Verse 2: CL Smooth] You want a slow wind under my ceiling fan, read books And beat me at chess, but as for rocking you, who's the best? It's all good and correct with no disrespect Skirt chasing hits, taking love to Digable Planets Be wise and recognize, I'd rather show than tell Who got the clout to stop faking me all out Ease your troubles, place your body in the bubbles Dimepieces fit around the cutie she run with Embrace the mood, thinking totally nude with no limits Going through every position within five minutes Now how we did it got a lot of honies with it Love is urban now fitted showing nothing but the belly bu*ton Many parlay, and peel off lingerie So when they come pick the one you could learn from So feel the beat in Three-Peat like Jordan got wings Cause I'm doing them things, listen [Hook] [Verse 3: CL Smooth] At last come the goodies, every woman got a love Hot with all that s** appeal for real, can I hit that? I'm warmer than your triple-goose with hands like a ma**euse Don't play; cause I'm the hood your mama loves anyway My heart flips when you take long business trips I want a divorce, no I think I wanna see your boss Check you later honey, searchin in your coach bag for money Before you leave, I hug you til you can't breathe We Kool and the Gang, and kick slang, baby call in sick But you kiss me goodbye, and said, "I don't trick" She's so thick, and God is my witness Sometimes you just can't believe that I'm gettin this Rewind off the Pete Rock design I want a cutie with a ageless body and timeless mind The kind that when I wine and dine she pay the bill Cause it don't cost much to go Dutch baby [Hook]