| Lyrics: | feat. B.R.E.T.T., Fabolous, Kurupt)
[Intro: Nate Dogg (Kurupt)]
I got
love
(Yeah for all y'all unaware)
(Kurupt!)Fab-u-lous
(Smash through, do whatcha do,
and whatcha want to)
Gang-sta Nate
(Nate Dogg, remix with Bink)
(Doin what we
wanna...)
Young Got-ti
[Fabolous]
Ok, that's right, Ghetto! (F-A-B)
With
the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies
Three fo dubs and trees
Chinky eyes, B-Low double
G's
Hit three fo' clubs and breeze
The tree flow double trees
Don't speak, the deez
host publicly
Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's
Don't know what these broads
trouble grief
For these roll double V's, please no slugs to squeeze
(F-A-B) Told you I'm a
rider, but you can thank the green
For the gangsta lean, when I roll through in a
rider
You lookin at a "coast to coast G"
I got love, but I still stash the toaster
closely
We bailin on police rides, cuz Nate
Got some sticky so strong you could smell it
on the Eastside
Please believe it, believe it please
You gon' see arms come out, like
sleeveless T's
[Nate Dogg]
I got love
I got love for, my homies who be rollin
with me
Play no games
Play no games cuz, ain't nobody playin with me
I got
love
I got love for, my niggaz on my family tree
Down with the ghetto, down for
whatever
If you was down before then you still gon' be down with
me
[Kurupt]
Format ya doormat
Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats
(Yeah)
Contriceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic
Step up and accept
it
You wanna see the shells shift
Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips
slip
like a slick disc and twist
Buster boy Bobby, sockin all y'all is a hobby
Got
'em loungin in the lobby
Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and
catastrophies
Suckers! (I got love)
And all the homies round up, throw the pound
up
Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what (I got love)
Pros - they adore me, I
keep all pros lookin for me
Alive to tell this story, and I
And who am I, be the agostra
Gotti
Sinatra sloss sling, soldiers
[Nate Dogg]
Cap-tain Save
Captain Save
A, Hooker cuz she hangin on me
She can't hang
She can't hang cuz, I ain't lookin for a
wifey
Just in-case
Just incase I, better take a weapon with me
When these
hoes
When these hoes get clever, down for whatever
If she stress me some more
I'll
leave the heffer down in the street
[B.R.E.T.T.]
(I got love) For chucktailors and
Converse
C'mere let's con-verse, I mean where you heard those words first
(I got blunts)
.. My niggaz put in hard work
Twenty four hours and packs go like front work
(I got love)
Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs
Same bitches that strip for bucks
(Got no
love) For half these dudes spittin
Other half don't live it see.. I talk about it bitch
(I
got slugs) Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach
You see how I'm eatin
contenders
(I'm grown up) Y'all children, I'm more original
more lyrical, plus
dogg..
(I got hugs) For fans wavin they hands, repeatin my sentence
My times now, eat when
I'm finished
(As for y'all) You?? You oppose no threat
Got your chick hollering
B.R.E.T.T.!
[Nate Dogg]
I got love
I got game cuz, the game was given to
me
Say my name
Say my name cuz, ain't nobody tighter than me
Give it up
Give it
up if, you like the way I'm rockin this beat
I don't know
Know nothin better, chasin my
cheddar
If you ain't lovin the boy, you ain't never listened to me |
