Artist: Babyface Fensta f/ Buddha Monk, Dee, Lee-Major, Mr. Tibbs Album: I Came to Warna Brotha Song: Love ta Love Ya Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Buddha Monk, Mr. Tibbs] Ahhhhhh, love ta love ya, baby Ahhhhhh, love ta love ya, baby Ahhhhhh, love ta love ya, baby Ahhhhhh, love ta love ya, baby [Lee-Major] You did me dead wrong, you left me like the quiet storm When I was depending on you, to keep me strong Plus you dropped the bomb on me, like Funkmaster Flex You spinned my world backwards like two turntables Left me hanging like Robin on Batman's cable I was your Cole, you were my fat Shirley You made Mr. Roefer smack Mr. Firley Girl you know I love you like Laverne love Shirley It was, just the two of us doing it our way We used to bungee jump and dive in the sea You know I'm exhaggerating, but you love to bop me You said I was the one, that you would never run from You said I was the one, where your love couldn't done Uh, baby, our love is strained with Slim and Hailey For me to switch, I'd rather us walk off a cliff Smoking my last spliff, just drinkin' a fifth Walk off the roof, with no parachute, while I'm singing to you [Chorus] [Babyface Fensta] Yo, baby, you a, sophisticated lady You had me on a journey, had my nose Wide open, I was ready to give you the world Ghetto girl, I changed your whole style Wow, we was together, thought you was Down for the cause, I brought you out, on all fours Said you loved the way I hit it from the back You had a lotta wack, niggas in your time Who fucked you like me? Who made you feel like a queen Who had you trying to pack guns, shorty dug my gangsta You still want it, I flaunt it, in your face You want a taste, just for old times sake, never that Shit me gave, that crab my pussy, foul bitch, you killed my baby Now you wanna come back, like some bomb cracks Stash that, I don't live in the past, you didn't last So like Mya... you know? [Chorus] [Dee] Yo, baby had me strung out, breakfast with half a lung out Diggin' the grip, no doubt, the tongue out, niggas scoping out Walking closed, had hoping, for you and I Had a nigga style, wide open I study myself, but can't quite control I can't call it and can't hold it, what the fuck was I thinking? I stare without blinking, is that you stepping out the black Lincoln? Bout to leave that dumb ass, dead and stinking You had it all, but you blew it Gave my all to prove it, if you can't hold it, you lose it Now you stock me, like you selling shit, but excuses only Satisfies the person that's tellin' it, knowing I [Chorus to fade]