Lirik Lagu What's Love Got To Do With It - Warren G
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Ooh, yeah, yeah, what's love got to doWarren G rap for me, yeah, mmm
When G-dog, the hog, come up in the placeThere's dollar signs in your eyes and a smile in your faceYou wanna live fat off of my sackYou got more drag than a low lo-do, cut the act'Cause back before '92 and '93You didn't give a damn about Warren GBut now that I'm slingin' platinum LP'sAll of a sudden you on my N.U.T'sAin't nothin' you can do to make it stop'Cause money makes the worldGo 'round and the panties dropI ain't in love though, I don't need the pressureI just wanna dig it like I'm diggin' for treasureSome of y'all had a good thing that you couldn't keepThought you was TLC, you had to creepYou say you had love, I said you bullshitIt's 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's right)What's love if you don't respect the game (uh-huh)What's love got to do, got to do with itIf you lack in this game, it's a shame you won't make it
Now, I'm the type of brother that's down for minesBefore I made beats, I was down to grindBack then, every single homey had my backNow they're peepin' my stack and they're talkin' bout jackBut I'm the same brother day in and day outAnd I'm-a stay that way until the day I lay out in a casketIt's drastic 'cause homies is plasticBreak 'em off some breadThey want the whole damn basketIf you's a true homey, you would wish me wellNot plot to make a brother fail, jealous as hellWe used to get the same richesNow your trigger-finger got the itches, schemin' on my richesWhich is not a suprise, my eyes peep game211's, 187's it's all the sameIt's all a shame, homies'd jack you for your gripAin't no love involved, because it's all about the chips
When G-dog, the hog, come up in the placeThere's dollar signs in your eyes and a smile in your faceYou wanna live fat off of my sackYou got more drag than a low lo-do, cut the act'Cause back before '92 and '93You didn't give a damn about Warren GBut now that I'm slingin' platinum LP'sAll of a sudden you on my N.U.T'sAin't nothin' you can do to make it stop'Cause money makes the worldGo 'round and the panties dropI ain't in love though, I don't need the pressureI just wanna dig it like I'm diggin' for treasureSome of y'all had a good thing that you couldn't keepThought you was TLC, you had to creepYou say you had love, I said you bullshitIt's 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's right)What's love if you don't respect the game (uh-huh)What's love got to do, got to do with itIf you lack in this game, it's a shame you won't make it
Now, I'm the type of brother that's down for minesBefore I made beats, I was down to grindBack then, every single homey had my backNow they're peepin' my stack and they're talkin' bout jackBut I'm the same brother day in and day outAnd I'm-a stay that way until the day I lay out in a casketIt's drastic 'cause homies is plasticBreak 'em off some breadThey want the whole damn basketIf you's a true homey, you would wish me wellNot plot to make a brother fail, jealous as hellWe used to get the same richesNow your trigger-finger got the itches, schemin' on my richesWhich is not a suprise, my eyes peep game211's, 187's it's all the sameIt's all a shame, homies'd jack you for your gripAin't no love involved, because it's all about the chips
