What's Love Got To Do With It

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 wanna 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 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 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 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
 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
 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
 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...