[Intro/Chorus: Heavy D, (Vinia Mojica)]
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I got nothing but love for you, baby {Uh-huh}
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I got nothing but love for you, honey {Yeah, whatever}
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I got nothing but love for you, baby {What you got?}
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I got nothing but love for you, honey {Yeah, whatever} (What's yours is mine)
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I got nothing but love for you, baby {Uh-huh} (What's mine is mine)
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I got nothing but love for you, honey {Yeah, whatever} (What's yours is mine)
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I got nothing but love for you, baby {What ya got} (What's mine is mine)
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I got nothing but love for you, honey {Yeah, whatever} (What's yours is mine)
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I got nothing but love for you, baby {Uh-huh} (What's mine is mine)
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I got nothing but love for you, honey {Yeah, whatever}
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[Verse 1: Heavy D]
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I know you want lots a jewels and stuff
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Backyards with swimming pools, bar with stools and stuff
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Fancy foods, Lobster, Sushi
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Gear, Versace, Gucci, crazy Lucci
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I know your M.O., you do demo on a paycheck
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You get hair from the barber, show him no respect
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Middle name "Price Tag", first name "Got You"
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Start a scope, got on a roll, now they can't stop you
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Talking about "hey Boo, how you do
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Some clown uptown said you ran through his crew
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I give you props and credit cause it's due
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But I ain't that clown, and my crew ain't that crew
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Time's too hard to be faking like I'm dating on some steak
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And.. wining and dining, I ain't choking on no chicken
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Leave it up to me I'll close the whole damn store on you
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I got nothing but love for you (What's yours is mine)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Heavy D]
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I'm not your H-E-L-P, but I'm your H-E-A-V-Y DASH-D
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Don't test me, don't ask me for nothing
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For nathins, for just, for doodle lee squat, you can do me not
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You plan on plot on who be hot and trying to hit the slot
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I know your low pro style, your low whole pro vibe
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Kick a bother in the gut and then you smile
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I must admit; I really dig your operation
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Every time we on the phone, you got the sexy conversation
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So now you hope to be the woman of my dream
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And while I'm sleeping, you'll be creeping, robbing me clean
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I see you hanging on the corners with the rest of your girl crew
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Standing by the gutter with your booty cutters
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Said who's the honey dip, down with the money grip
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Always got a plan and a scam to get some money quick
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Always get with the next man, the one with the checks
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And setting up a trap with the sexing (What's yours is mine)
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[Chorus]
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[Hook: Heavy D]
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From the brother, from the brother, this the champion - [X8]
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[Verse 3: Heavy D]
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You give me feelings like I'm dealing with a crooked hand
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You got a grand from a man cause you shook his hand
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You're well known in the streets, in the gutters
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So fly, when you caught my eye, you made me stutter
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You come around with your curls and your pretty pearls
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You even been around the world, so you go, girl
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But where's the love at? tell me where's the hugs at?
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Acting like a Rugrat, I know where you bought that
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Don't try to gas me, girl, I know the streets well
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You're money hungry and you're making trick-n-treats sell
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So leave it up to me, I'll close the whole damn store on you
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I got nothing but love for you (What's yours is mine)
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[Chorus - until fade]
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Nuttin' But Love
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Heavy D |