Lets go [Chorus] K-I-S-S me And I just want to make Love love love I love it when you say K-I-S-S me And I just want to make Love love love Ayo the crib got your friends workin' We travel to France for French curtains You was there when I was on the bench hurtin' Now that I own my team It's only right that I condone my queen Try to show her my dream And I can't let her get lost now She carries the money, the hammers and material across town And understands she's fine And understands she's mine She understands the grind Cook cleans and irons And whatever she want to push I'm cosign And if I ain't got it already Then I'm'a go find it I guess I'm'a lucky don And she a lucky queen 'Cause her jewelry box looks like lucky charms All color stones And she know I'm in the hood But she also knows that I'm comin' home Mr. Raspy thought I was in love with money 'Till the first time we did the nasty [Chorus] Yo whatever the road to paradise is We on it Gave me your income tax check so I can get on with Those were the days These are the times You held me down with nearly damn near everything Even my rhymes I would play a song for you You let me know exactly how the ladies would respond From a woman's point of view And that's why my girlie is hear with me I love it when she layin' in the bed with la perla or vickies The next best thing to a soldier Go hard with a fat ass and a head full of rollers Just look in her eyes and tell she's real Just imagine the way she smell and the way she feel And the sex was crazy then and its crazy still And you know I'm from the streets so it's crazy ill And we waitin' on a new island We been to all of them four five or times Come on mami, you wylin' [Chorus] When things was rough Only person I could call was you Now everything I do I do it all for you Come touch me Come kiss me Come love me Anyway you want to boy And I'm good as long as I'm close to you Doin' things that grown folks is supposed to do Come on Come hold me Come feel me Come take me Anyway you want to boy Yo Money is great but what we got is more better We got the four letters When it comes from the heart it's more pleasure And for the fact that you trust me still Thus far I appreciate what we've built All the minks that I bought you that drag the floor And all the nights that you sat up and bagged the raw Damn I'm thinkin' you gotta hate it But yet and still you tolerate it (We gone make it, We gone make it) That's why ma we gotta make it [Chorus]