Warren G - What´s Love Got To Do With It lyrics

Ooh, yea, yea, what´s love got to do
Warren G rap for me, yea, mmm

When G-dog, the hog, come up in the place
Theres dollar signs in your eyes & a smile in your face
You want to live fat off of my sack
You got more drag than a low lo-do, cut the act
´Cause back before ´92 & ´93
You didn´t give a damn about Warren G
But now that I am slingin´ platinum LP´s
All of a sudden you on my N.U.T´s
Aint nothin´ you can do to make it stop
´Cause money makes the world
Go ´round & the panties drop
I aint in love though, I do not need the pressure
I just want to dig it like I am diggin´ for treasure
Some of y´all had a good thing that you could not keep
Thought you was TLC, you had to creep
You say you had love, I said you bullshit
It is all about the dough, so what´s love got to do with it

What´s love got to do, got to do with it (that is right)
What´s love if you do not respect the game (uh-huh)
What´s love got to do, got to do with it
If you lack in this game, it is a shame you will not make it

Now, I am the type of brother that is down for mines
Before I made beats, I was down to grind
Back then, every single homey had my back
Now they are peepin´ my stack & they are talkin´ bout jack
But I am the same brother day in & day out
And I am-a stay that way till the day I lay out in a casket
It is drastic ´cause homies is plastic
Break em off some bread
They want the whole damn basket
If you´s a true homey, you´d wish me well
Not plot to make a brother fail, jealous as hell
We used to get the same riches
Now your trigger-finger got the itches, schemin´ on my riches
Which isn´t a suprise, my eyes peep game
211´s, 187´s it is all the same
It is all a shame, homies´d jack you for your grip
Aint no love involved, because it is all about the chips

What´s love got to do, got to do with it (that is right)
What´s love if you do not respect the game (uh-huh)
What´s love got to do, got to do with it (that is right)
If you lack in this game, it is a shame you will not make it

Now for these labels tellin´ fables
Makin´ the f*cked-up deals under the tables
You think that you smart, but fool, I am the smartest
You can´t make no money if you can not keep an artist
Sign the dotted line, put em on the shelf
Break em off some crumbs, keep the rest for yourself
I know how it goes, treat an artist like a ho´
Fly cars, gold, clothes, but no dough
Since it is all business, I am-a handle mine
Keep track of my stack down to the very last dime
´Cause in this rap game, it is all about the buck
You bend over for the label, & you´ll get f*cked
Like how we run up in a trick, & then you are through
The record label do the same shit to you
90% business, 10% show
Aint no love in this game ´cause it is all about the dough

What´s love got to do, got to do with it (that is right)
What´s love if you do not respect the game (uh-huh)
What´s love got to do, got to do with it (that is right)
If you lack in this game, it is a shame you will not make it

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