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* 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 homey, you would wish me well, Not plot to see a brother fell, jealous as hell. We used to get the same riches. Now your trigger-finger got the itches, schemin` on my riches Which is not a suprise, my eyes peep game, 211`s, 187`s it`s all the same. It`s all a shame, homies`d jack you for your grip. Ain`t no love involved, because it`s all about the chips. * Repeat chorus * Verse 3 Now for these labels tellin` fables, Makin` the messed-up deals under the tables. You think that you 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 an artist like you know, Fly cars, gold, clothes, but no dough. Since it`s all business, I`m-a 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 the label and you will get bucked, Like how we run up in the skirt, and then you`re through. The record label do the same thing to you. 90% business, 10% show. Ain`t no love in this game, `cause it`s all about the dough.
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