Lyrics:

(feat. Adina Howard) [Intro] Ooh, yeah, yeah. What's love got to do. Warren G, rap for me, yeah-eah, yeah, mm mm. [Verse 1] 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, all for 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 need to quit. It's all about the dough, so what's love got to do with it? [Chorus] 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. [Verse 2] 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 hom

 

Download Now!!!