WARREN G

WARREN G - WATS LUV

rate me

oooooooooohhhhhhhh yyeeeaaahhhhhh

Wats luv got to do?

Warren G rap for me yeahhh!

When G dog the hog come up in the place

There's dollar signs in your eyez

And a smile in your face

You wanna live phat, off of my sack

You got more drag than a low lo tho, cut the act

Cause back before '92 and '93

You didn't give a damn about Warren G

But now that I'm slangin' platinum LP's

All of a sudden you want my N.U.Ts

Ain't nothin' you can do to make it stop

Cause money makes the world go 'round

And the panties drop

I ain't in love though

I don't need the pressure

I just wanna do ya

Like I'm diggin' for treasure

Some of ya'll had a good thing, that you couldn't keep

Thought you was TLC, You had to creep

You say you had love

I say you need to quit it

It's all about the dough

So what's love got to do with it

(chorus)

Wats luv got to do, got to do with it(that's right)

Wats luv if you dont's respect the game (uh huh)

Wats luv got to do, got to do with it

If ya lackin this game

Its a shame you won't make it

Now I'm the type of brother that's down for mines

Before I made beats, I was down to crime

Back then every single homie had my back

Now they're peepin' ma stack

And they're talking 'bout jack

But I'm the same brotha

Day in and day out

And i'ma stay that way

Until the day i lay out

In a casket, its drastic

Cause homies is plastic

Brake 'em off some bread

they want the whole damn basket

If you's a true homie

you would wish me well

Not plot to see ya brother fail

Jealous as hell

We used to get the same riches

Now your trigger finger got the itches

Schemin' on my bitches

Which is not a surprise

My eyes peep game

211's 187's It's all the same

It's all a shame

Homies a jack you for your grip

Ain't no love involved

Because it's all about the chips

(chorus)

Wats luv got to do, got to do with it(thats right)

Wats luv if you dont's respect the game (uh huh)

Wats luv got to do, got to do with it

If ya lackin this game

Its a shame you won't make it

Now for these labels tellin' fables

Makin' them messed up deals under the tables

You think that you're smart

But fool I'm the smartest

You can't make no money

If you can't 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 a artist like ya know

Fly cars, Gold, clothes, but no dough

Since it's all business, I'ma handle mine

Keep track of my stack down to the very last dime

Cause in this rap game

It's all about the buck

You bend over for tha label

And you will get bucked

Like how you run up in a skirt

And then your through

The record label do the same thang to you

90% business, 10% show

Ain't no love in this game

cause it's all about the dough

(chorus) x 4

Wats luv got to do, got to do with it (thats right)

Wats luv if you dont's respect the game (uh huh)

Wats luv got to do, got to do with it

If ya lackin this game

Its a shame you won't make it (uh huh)

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