"Wats Luv" by Warren G

oooooooooohhhhhhhh yyeeeaaahhhhhh
Wats luv got to do?
Warren G rap for me yeahhh!


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 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 say you had love 
I say you need to quit it 
It's all about the dough 
So what's love got to do with it 

(chorus)

Wats luv got to do, got to do with it(that's right)
Wats luv if you dont's respect the game (uh huh)
Wats luv got to do, got to do with it
If ya lackin this game
Its 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 crime 
Back then every single homie had my back 
Now they're peepin' ma 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 see ya brother fail 
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 a jack you for your grip 
Ain't no love involved 
Because it's all about the chips 

(chorus)

Wats luv got to do, got to do with it(thats right)
Wats luv if you dont's respect the game (uh huh)
Wats luv got to do, got to do with it
If ya lackin this game
Its a shame you won't make it


Now for these labels tellin' fables 
Makin' them messed 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 em on the shelf 
Break em off some crumbs 
Keep the rest for yourself 
I know how it goes 
Treat a artist like ya know
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) x 4

Wats luv got to do, got to do with it (thats right)
Wats luv if you dont's respect the game (uh huh)
Wats luv got to do, got to do with it
If ya lackin this game
Its a shame you won't make it (uh huh)