[Produced by True Master]

[Intro: Streetlife]

Excuse me, gorgeous...

[Verse 1: Streetlife]

Just maxing, looking for hoes, y'know, relaxing

Met this redbone Jasmine, midtown Manhattan

Shot a verb, that tranqed her nerves, calm words

Massaged the mentals, made her pussycat purr

Sweet Love, you look miraculous, brown-eyed, passionate

High cheek-boned, Tommy Girl cologne, you smashing it

Jump in, take a spin, destination: Staten

I'll have you home by ten, shorty started laughing

She replied, "Street, you ever ride while you drive?"

I looked puzzled, and said, "Nah baby, why?"

She pressed up, grabbed my dick, threw her dress up

Cocked her legs, cold fucked my head up

Now I'm deep in it, flying past the speed limit

Out of control, still whipping it, steadily hitting it

Deep stroking, one hand on the wheel, blunt smoking

Loving how it feel, Sweet Love, you got me open – what

[Verse 2: Cappadonna]

Love is love, Love, love is love, Love

Love is love, Love, love is love, Love

We connected like a train, from the first ordeal

I stepped to her with the passion, as I kept things real

But like, sex was on my mind like, cum was in my pants

I flashed my fronts on her, like if I had a chance

She said, "Ain't you Cappadonna from the Wu-Tang Clan?"

I said, "Yeah," mad gear plus the small white van

"Sweet Love, I want your pussy, can I be your man?

Stripped to the bare essentials, let me fuck you if I can

Sweet Love, from your nipples to your pussy nub"

Sweet Love, love is Love, love is love, Love

[Verse 3: Method Man]

It's a full moon, we in the bedroom

Thoughts consumed by the passion

Slow jam tunes and body action

My finger's on the clit, splashing

Your pussy lips got you spazzing

Love juices, marinating in your satins

Sexy ass, I gets 'em like my old dad

I love my women bad

With just a little touch of class

You'se the star by far, look at you, ma

Shake your thang-thang, girlfriend, you cherchez la femme

Whattup, went to beat it up, I'm not the one to eat it up

But the type to hit it raw dawg and seed it up

We talk without sayin nothin'

You told me if I came through you'd gimme som'thin'

Now we locking ass, pulling hair, and talking trash

How you like it, slow or fast?

She said, "I like it when it last"

No doubt, you got the best trout there can be

Not an everyday average Chicken of the Sea

Candidate for H.I.V. 

You'd rather deal with monogamy

Queen to be held, Black Mahogany

You're 'bout to bust, damn it

Sugar walls coming down, now you can't stand it

You've been touched

That's when I felt the blood rush

Getting closer and closer, with every thrust, take me there

Volcano's about to erupt, I love you much

Watch these rap niggas get all up in your guts