G Warren What`s Love Got To Do With It Lyrics

What`s Love Got To Do With It Lyrics

One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one  

 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one  

 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one  

  

 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 ain't in love tho)  

 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 had to creep)  

 You say you had love  

 I say you need to quit it  

 It's all about the dough  

 So what's Warren got to do with it  

  

 (Chorus)  

 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love  

 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one  

 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love  

 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one  

  

 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' my 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 make a homey fell  

 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 are jackin' you for your grip  

 Ain't no love involved  

 Because it's all about the chips  

  

 (Chorus)  

 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love  

 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one  

 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love  

 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one  

  

 Now for these labels tellin' fables  

 Makin' them fucked 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 me on the shelf  

 Break me off some crumbs  

 Keep the rest for yourself  

 I know how it goes  

 Treat Warren like a hoe  

 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) x3  

 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love  

 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one  

 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love  

 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one