Wats Luv Lyrics

Wats Luv

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)