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Magic Affair – Give Me All Your Love – 1994

    Paroles 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? ’cause I’m locked
    Pack your bags, and put down the platter
    You wanna chill with me ’cause 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, 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
    Give me all your love

    If you ain’t my friend, you’ll be my foe

    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 your not careful
    I want your love
    Give me your love