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Warren G Ft. Adina Howard – What’s Love Got To Do With It – 1996

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    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 want to 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 want to 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
    Which is not a surprise, 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

    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 (that’s right)
    If you lack in this game, it’s a shame you won’t make it

    Now for these labels tellin’ fables
    Makin’ the fucked-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 a ho’
    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 fucked
    Like how we run up in a trick, and then you’re through
    The record label do the same shit to you
    90% business, 10% show
    Ain’t no love in this game ’cause it’s all about the dough

    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 (that’s right)
    If you lack in this game, it’s a shame you won’t make it