Yo, can you tell me whatever happened to that other 4 lettered word?
The one you heard when slow jams was playin' with the sound of birds?
That word that Mary J spilled out so many times Way back in the '90s when
music was runnin' just fine
The word that people used to speak in a sense of
feelin' butterflies
When SWV said they were feelin' weak in the knees Despite
the ever changin' parts of our minds Man, it's strange
Don't nobody think of Love
all in the same way
Now when you hear that word bein' spoke and choked out with
smoke It doesn't even feel real It doesn't matter no mo'
It's like when ya girl or man says it
They want that 3 lettered treat The one you use in the dark of a bedroom
in silky sheets
It's ashame done spoiled a young n's brain
Drove 'em insane Now love is used for that sexual thang
No more sweet hugs and kisses them better days got me missin'
They twisted up that beautiful thing now I'm reminiscin' This ain't the
same as what the Black Eyed Peas would preach This is that heart and soul
take control indelible structure of visuality Trynna reach the formality with simple
class All I'm askin' is that we try and bring the right type of lovin' back I'm not talkin'
bout that Aids factor The bed boomin' floor creakin' hat on the jimmy in my eyes doesn't matter
You ever seen House Party? 1,2, and 3 or Cooley High or Welcome Back Kotter in psychadelic
3-d? When they would tell a girl how they love 'em and she knew what he meant? And would lean
right over and plant the smooth fella with a kiss? It didn't mean take my hand sweet heart let's go upstairs Take that shirt off and I'll upzip my pants let's bump n grind all night Feelin' the heat of the affair It was completely different back then what happened now? Rappers on tv with girls in the mix ready to pull them skirts down and the girls stayin' non resistant no intermission Bein' so eazy and sleazy Cute guy well I'm givin' That's what I'm talkin' about They done switched up the love game The Jackson 5 need to show you how to refrain
Cause gettin' laid shouldn't be the only thing on ya mind Teen pregnancies STD's
is your fine Because you got on the sack and it lead to the crime Now ya 9 months in
and homeboy won't give you a dime And the worst part is the babies too And some of the
fellaz hit the road cause they don't give a damn about you All they wanted was that soft padded
meat Without the rubber bein' applied Now you're wantin' to sympathy Sorry and ya mama ain't the one to blame you wanted to change the way Love was categorized now it's your vain
I'm just sayin' look what happened to the 4 letter bee
it became the 3 letter treat of passion and demeaning ecstasy
