Danny! - Where Is The Love lyrics

rate me

Shit, this is love?

Man, if this is love right here

I sure wouldn't wanna see hate

Fuck that

Man, you jealous-ass niggas just make me laugh

Nah, fuck that; all of y'all just make me yawn

Goin' on and on about my rap style

But it's gonna take a little while for this black child to back down

I'm giving you all my balls and my ass to kiss

Y'all really got some audacity

Half of these niggas talk shit like an ass with lips

The other half don't even know the half, so take a class bitch

Lesson one: I love it when you diss me

I've been gone so long, you must've missed me

Lesson number two: you gotta find something better to do

Go rob a bank, bust a nigga's head, sell drugs dude

Whatever ignorant niggas do, you need to do it

Talk about me 'til your face turns blue, I give two shits

Oh, just because I sample soul music

I'm a biter? Nah muh'fucka, I ain't new to this

I wish I knew this many people would've been on my dick, though

It's making me sick, they're talking slick

Yo you never thought I'd bust back

Why you got a grudge that you ain't budgin' from

Nigga where's the love at?

These cats down south

Don't know what they're talking about

When they start runnin' their mouth

It makes me wanna shout

I'm trying to count

A hundred mil' and be out

No doubt

Where's the love nigga

Yo man, stop the beat 'Quest

'Fore these haters start mumblin' again

Start poppin' all that shit

"Oh he's tryin' to be the next Kanye West"

Sit your monkey-ass down

I've been doing this shit for like, how long now?

These cats are really pushing my buttons right now

Man, nobody wanna see me get angry

I swear, y'all don't wanna see me get angry

Y'all need to be gone from my sight, man

For real, you need to fuckin' fly away from me right now

Shit, let me rock, man let me do my thing

Fuck outta here

Maaaan, y'all remind me of some gossipin' girls

All that chit-chit-chatterin' behind my back

Wanna nit-pick at him like my rhymes is wack

And get a stiff dick everytime I write a track

Never mind the fact that my beats made your mother do a backflip

Why the hell these haters had to diss me on that tip?

Talkin' this shit and that shit

Lookin' for a fat lip? Well, catch

Oh, now I'm gay 'cause I don't talk to bitches

All the tricks they got up their sleeve is just ridiculous

Can I get a witness? (amen)

Steady schemin' tryin' to break my heart

Or take me apart; nigga I ain't gay, I'm SMART

What, I'm gay 'cause I don't wear baggy jeans, nigga?

You don't know what a faggot means, nigga

Take a look in the mirror

I'll bet your homo-vision get real clearer

I'm just laughin' at you

Ran up in the tabernacle

Niggas looking at me fruity like a bag of apples with a dash of Snapple

But oh no, niggas callin' ME gay

Just because I don't speak, nigga fuck what he say

Or she say or them say, if I don't speak it means

I don't like you, get some hair on your chest nigga

Arrogant, yes...homosexual, no

As if I really had to say the shit, but I'm just lettin' you know