What's Love Got To Do With It (Remix)

Warren G

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    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

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    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

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    Composición: Graham Lyle y Terry Britten

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