Hey Luv

(feat. Cuban Link, Milano)
 [Intro: Milano]
 Yeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.
 You know how we do things
 We always get our way
 Ungh, never hate when we play
 Know what I mean
 Ungh
 [Verse 1:]
 I only think of broads on two occasions
 When I'm blazin and try to persuade 'em
 To slide off with slick dialogue
 We pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plenty
 Pocket of Benji', swallowin Jimmy
 Mami hot already, Poppi been heavy
 Before I got signed, before I wore signs
 Why the broke niggas swear they only quote dimes
 Or hold minds
 And made a law
 ? Forced into immigrant walls?
 Making high calls
 Like damn paso's
 Ya'll ain't playa's you just keep the bench warm
 Milano run through 'em, life Stephon
 Get you game tight, I'm the exception
 A freak when I get my sex on
 Lick cheeks when the thongs come off
 Whip cream with cherry Hagen Daaz
 For starters we take shots with Polaroids
 Runnin trizzy, call all my boys
 Watchin Six get busy with a roll of toys
 Still keep it low point
 Standin a club up
 My niggaz wild and drunk
 Ain't no stoppin us
 From getting lots of love, puffin chocolate
 On acid we got the rough
 Should we locks it up?
 It ain't hard to spot us
 Pullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile up
 No wonder on the low, niggas despise us
 Cause we live'as
 [Chorus: Milano]
 Now when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luv
 We pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luv
 Now its off to my crib for a night cap, straight up
 Forgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up
 [x2]
 [Verse 2: Cuban Link]
 Yea, stick the pretty up
 Poppa stopped by the titty clubs
 Pimpin ain't easy like the shit I did with? Willie Stubbs?
 Really love
 Money, power and respect
 Honey that fuck for hours in bed
 Sex in the showers the best
 Check out the body banger
 The hottest Pocahontas, she's probably danger
 I'm not a stranger
 To the game so I'm throwing change up
 My willy fingers trying to figure her out
 I dig her style, I'ma find out what this chick is about
 Fuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honey
 A playboy bunny
 That doesn't want nuthin from me
 Its funny how she's one of a kind
 From front and behind, top of the line
 Dimepiece, bright as the sunshine
 My kinda lady, maybe
 Drives me crazy, like Miss Daisy
 The wake she shakes her acey
 Makes me wanna taste her pastry
 Maybe its the liquor talking
 Cause I don't whisper often
 A simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closin
 This is more than just a portion
 Of my lifestyle my right brow
 Took her to my crib, and put the lights out
 [Chorus]
 [Verse 3: Milano]
 Ungh, listen ma
 Its only certain ones
 That get to slurpin on my tongue
 Worstened by some
 Hurtin them buns
 Workin it luv
 Shit is worst when I'm numb
 Any hottie
 Is getting back shotties
 It'll probably be hours before
 I seem twisted from the Bacardi on
 If they party on
 Like its Mardi Gras
 Brought the camcorders along
 Ladies, time to flaunt on
 Get the hunny, pour it on
 Lickin your buddy, I saw it all
 Recorded it all
 So if you wanna be on that at all
 Got the baddest broads
 Lockin they jaws
 Never cockin it raw
 I'm not the aids type for blotches or sores
 I'm getting paid right, watch for them frauds
 Even my chains ice nigga, alotta's the call
 Some slice whores, I see 'em coming
 Its like once you pluck, you got 'em pregnant or somethin
 For those they hunger
 Trying to trap dudes
 See I get my woman bashful
 Freak on the low, on natural
 Bank account on cash rules
 Thats an example, so while I'm tappin your womb
 I'm laughin at you
 Spending your loot, on casual
 Jewels, and shoes
 Don't act the fool
 Like your screws loose
 I ain't to blame
 See she wasn't tame
 And I ain't even have to drop game
 Born to rock game
 Milan', when my crews involved, its how we swang
 This is how we swang
 [Chorus]
 [Outro: Cuban Link]
 Lay up, lay up
 Straight up, straight up
 Ungh, ungh, ungh