Mobb Deep Young Luv lyrics

Fresh out this bitch pussy
Hay in the middle of the barn don
Super hoe puttin' on the freak show
Inside the mini mansion had bitches dancin'
And the naked bitch you ain't ready

My dick is 2 percent head
98 percent shaft heavy
Steadily long strokin' shit
P stands for penetration

While y'all parlaying, I'm in the back giggin' her back
While shorty hollerin' candy girl
Took a blast of the shit, I got her in the pretzel
Pushin' her legs back, she wet too

Perverted niggas, do this type of shit all day
Sodomize, modernize 'em up to my standards
1996 bitches got ran through, 1997 cancel that hoe
She blessed the God well though

Word up son, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know how that go though
Caligula style young love
Model actress, superstar porno star on the mattress
Lookin' like Jada Pinkett

I stabbed it, the vultures grabbed it
Money, no date raped it
Videotaped it, Handy Cam Record
The bitch is blowin' me, my dick went soft

Young luv, scubbin' that crotch with Dove
Potpourri bitches get fucked and mouth plugged
So lady cop, secretaries and librarians
Midtown high class hoe with pearl earrings

Bump into a true to life vulture like me
Beat you over the head with G
Drag you back to the cage
And let this Mobb nigga coach boo
Put it on curfew

Hey young luv
Young luv, young luv

Left it in the hotel
Must have been we don't love 'em
Before you consider it foul
Let me put you on cousin

88 had a vision on some rap shit
Not knowin' it would happen
Down the road gold status but back then
There was this one little chick

That I wanted to hit get with the whole shit

14 layin' my G, little me, I had to have her
Had a nigga like me losin' Z's, no sleep
Fucked up in the head over her physique
Even thought about goin' downtown

I know there's niggas out there
That would have felt the same way
It was the freak in me
Actually crossed my mind frequently

Finally and once again we bumped heads
A stank gesture, suggested that
I was dead like a crackhead
Didn't even give a nigga real

But fuck it, what can I say
I tried to put my little bid and kept livin'
Nigga move on, you a man
No matter what it take
We're gonna hold the upper hand

Shufflin' beats
Six years later son, it was done
The Infamous Mobb Deep
Left you stuck off the shook ones

And then funniest thing
After a show backstage, I peeped chick
Who didn't give me play back in the day
It was all love, hold no grudge, gave her a hug

What's the drilly, baby?
She was like, "You"
Nah, what's up? You know me
Doin' my thing tryin' to live

Asked if I was busy, could I chill with her in her crib
No days, but we can chill up in the Ramada
Payback is a bitch, once I get it there, I got her in the telly
E&J dick popped the cherry
Left the little hoe with no dough and got jetty

Bless the God boo, you know how we do
It's self explainable, undomesticatable
But highly we capable
The turntables beat you in your own game
Enough said, another victim caught up in fame's web

Young luv, young luv