/Magic Affair/

Question: What is love?

Hold up, hold up, check my linguistics
Let me break it down to ya, afrolistic
I ain't down with the love stuff, kid
Nothing but trouble, jet on double
See ya got a habit of keeping the brother broke
I ain't the one, why? Cuz I'm locked
Pack your bags and put down the platter
You wanna chill with me, cuz my pockets got fatter
You want din-din, drive a new Benz
Then suck me dry and spit me out again
Romancin', dancin' and a fur coat
Ah, I don't play these jokes
You can't fade me, run me through the maze
I know about women and the mystic ways
And my cash flow, you can't stop it
Give up the props to the underground prophet

Give me all your love
I want everything
I can't let go
(No, I don't think so)
Give me all your love
If you ain't my friend
You'll be my foe
(Ah, I don't play these jokes)


Love, ah ...
Give me all ...

Back again, I guess you didn't listen
Open your eyes, homegirl, because you're missing
The simple fact that a bank can get you stuck
Caught between the wall and a mac truck
All for the taking, not to be took
1-8-7 on the pocketbook
Violations, grounds for terminations
Mo'money, mo'money is what I'm facin'
I paid the price before, now I'm through with it
Don't even front on me, because you did it
Instead of love it's a business proposition
So I broke on out on a new mission
If you would've been straight from the get go
Then you would not have to leave through the back door
One strike is what you get, later see ya
And I wouldn't wanna be ya

Ah, I don't play these jokes


Question: What is love?
Answer: The same as hate if you're not careful

I want your love
Give me your love

Ah, I don't play these jokes

[Chorus] [3x]

Be my foe
Give me all...