| Lyrics: | Ooh, yeah, yeah, what's love got to do
Warren G rap for me, yeah, mmm
When G-dog, the
hog, come up in the place
There's dollar signs in your eyes and a smile in your face
You
wanna live fat off of my sack
You got more drag than a low lo-do, cut the act
'Cause back
before '92 and '93
You didn't give a damn about Warren G
But now that I'm slingin' platinum
LP's
All of a sudden you on my N.U.T's
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 dig it like I'm diggin' for treasure
Some of y'all had a good
thing that you couldn't keep
Thought you was TLC, you had to creep
You say you had love, I
said you bullshit
It'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 it
If 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 mines
Before I made beats, I
was down to grind
Back then, every single homey had my back
Now they're peepin' my stack and
they're talkin' bout jack
But I'm the same brother day in and day out
And I'm-a stay that
way until the day I lay out in a casket
It's drastic 'cause homies is plastic
Break 'em off
some bread
They want the whole damn basket
If you's a true homey, you would 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 - |
