Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth — I Got A Love Remix

[Intro: Biz Markie Sample] Y'all, to the beat, y'all To the beat, y'all To the beat, y'all [Verse 1: CL Smooth, Pete Rock] Feel this vibe, when it's bumpin' in my tribe, steps the Goodfellas (Ow) Live on screen now you protect the black queen (Ah) Takin' my time from the black on black crime 'Cause the night Mecca hits, Victoria runs out of secrets (Ah yeah) Doing trials in latex Lifestyles, boo I make you call my name, and ask who it belongs to (Uh) Brand new C.L., 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 (Ah yeah) You know the rules, slippin' off them you; now we can settle With the woman that can take me to that next level (Ah) 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 Mama, I got a love [Chorus: Pete Rock] Hey, I got a love, baby So what you wanna do - sex me now or later? I got a love, baby So what you wanna do - sex me now or later? I got a love, baby So what you wanna do - sex me now or later? I got a love, baby So what you wanna do - sex me now or later? [Verse 2: CL Smooth, Pete Rock] You wanna slow wind under my ceiling fan, read books And beat me at chess, but as for rocking you, who's the best? (Ah yeah) It's all good and correct with no disrespect Skirt chasing hits, taking love to Digable Planets (Ah) 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 (What?) Baby boy is fit around the cutie she run with (Word up) Embrace the mood, thinking totally nude with no limits Going through every position within five minutes (Raw hits) Now how we did it got a lot of honeys with it (Woo) Love is urban now fitted showing nothing but the belly button Many parlay, and peel off lingerie (Yeah) So when they come pick the one you could learn from (Uh-huh) So feel the beat and Three-Peat like Jordan got wings C.L. is doing them things again, player (Ow) [Chorus: Pete Rock] Yo, I got a love, baby So what you wanna do - sex me now or later? I got a love, baby So what you wanna do - sex me now or later? I got a love, baby So what you wanna do - sex me now or later? I got a love, baby So what you wanna do - sex me now or later? [Verse 3: CL Smooth, Pete Rock] At last come the goodies, every woman got a love Hot with all that sex appeal for real, can I hit that? (Ah) I'm warmer than your triple-goose with hands like a masseuse (What?) Don't play; 'cause I'm the hood your mama loves anyway My heart flips when you take long business trips (Woo) I want a divorce, no, I think I wanna see your boss (Ah) Check you later, honey, searchin' in your coach bag for money Before you leave, I hug you 'til you can't breathe (Ah yeah) 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 hittin' this (Woo) Rewind off the Pete Rock design (Ah) I want a cutie with a ageless body, timeless mind (Timeless mind) The kind that when I wine and dine she pay the bill (Pay the bill) 'Cause it don't cost much to go Dutch, baby [Chorus: Pete Rock] Yo, I got a love, baby So what you wanna do - sex me now or later? I got a love, baby So what you wanna do - sex me now or later? I got a love, baby So what you wanna do - sex me now or later? I got a love, baby So what you wanna do - sex me now or later? [Refrain: Pete Rock] I got a love I got a love I got a love Yo, I got a love [Chorus: Pete Rock] I got a love, baby So what you wanna do - sex me now or later? I got a love, baby So what you wanna do - sex me now or later? I got a love, baby So what you wanna do - sex me now or later? I got a love, baby So what you wanna do - sex me now or later? [Outro: Pete Rock] I got a love Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth for '94 On the remix '95, kick it live Word up '94 and '95, it don't really matter, so bust rhymes As I flow to the funky beat Making sure shit sounds unique Down with my man C to the L Smooth Rockin' to the beat and you know my shit groovy Got my man D.O. in the back Playing pool, you know I gotta get you back So, um, rack a tee in the place to be Rock the microphone, niggas can't juice me