oooooooooohhhhhhhh yyeeeaaahhhhhh
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Wats luv got to do?
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Warren G rap for me yeahhh!
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When G dog the hog come up in the place
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There's dollar signs in your eyez
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And a smile in your face
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You wanna live phat, off of my sack
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You got more drag than a low lo tho, cut the act
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Cause back before '92 and '93
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You didn't give a damn about Warren G
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But now that I'm slangin' platinum LP's
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All of a sudden you want my N.U.Ts
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Ain't nothin' you can do to make it stop
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Cause money makes the world go 'round
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And the panties drop
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I ain't in love though
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I don't need the pressure
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I just wanna do ya
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Like I'm diggin' for treasure
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Some of ya'll had a good thing, that you couldn't keep
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Thought you was TLC, You had to creep
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You say you had love
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I say you need to quit it
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It's all about the dough
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So what's love got to do with it
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(chorus)
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Wats luv got to do, got to do with it(that's right)
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Wats luv if you dont's respect the game (uh huh)
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Wats luv got to do, got to do with it
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If ya lackin this game
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Its a shame you won't make it
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Now I'm the type of brother that's down for mines
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Before I made beats, I was down to crime
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Back then every single homie had my back
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Now they're peepin' ma stack
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And they're talking 'bout jack
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But I'm the same brotha
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Day in and day out
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And i'ma stay that way
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Until the day i lay out
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In a casket, its drastic
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Cause homies is plastic
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Brake 'em off some bread
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they want the whole damn basket
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If you's a true homie
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you would wish me well
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Not plot to see ya brother fail
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Jealous as hell
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We used to get the same riches
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Now your trigger finger got the itches
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Schemin' on my bitches
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Which is not a surprise
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My eyes peep game
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211's 187's It's all the same
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It's all a shame
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Homies a jack you for your grip
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Ain't no love involved
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Because it's all about the chips
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(chorus)
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Wats luv got to do, got to do with it(thats right)
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Wats luv if you dont's respect the game (uh huh)
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Wats luv got to do, got to do with it
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If ya lackin this game
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Its a shame you won't make it
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Now for these labels tellin' fables
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Makin' them messed up deals under the tables
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You think that you're smart
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But fool I'm the smartest
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You can't make no money
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If you can't keep an artist
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Sign the dotted line
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Put em on the shelf
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Break em off some crumbs
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Keep the rest for yourself
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I know how it goes
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Treat a artist like ya know
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Fly cars, Gold, clothes, but no dough
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Since it's all business, I'ma handle mine
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Keep track of my stack down to the very last dime
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Cause in this rap game
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It's all about the buck
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You bend over for tha label
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And you will get bucked
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Like how you run up in a skirt
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And then your through
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The record label do the same thang to you
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90% business, 10% show
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Ain't no love in this game
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cause it's all about the dough
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(chorus) x 4
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Wats luv got to do, got to do with it (thats right)
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Wats luv if you dont's respect the game (uh huh)
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Wats luv got to do, got to do with it
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If ya lackin this game
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Its a shame you won't make it (uh huh)
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Wats Luv
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Warren G |