Karaoké What's Love Got To Do With It Warren G & Adina Howard

When G Dog the hog come up in da place

Dollar signs in yo' eyes an' a smile on yo' face

Ya wanna live fat offa my sack you

Got mo' drag than a low low dog cut the act

'Cos back before ninety two ninety three

You didn't give a damn about Warren G

But now that I'm slingin' platinum LPs all of a sun you on my N U Ts

Ain't nothin' you can do to make it stop

'Cos money makes the world go round

And the panties drop

I ain't in love though

I don't need the pressure

I jus' wanna dig ya like I'm diggin' for treasure

Some o' 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 say you're bullshit

It's all about the dough so what's love got to do with it

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Now I'm the type o' brother that's down fo' mine

Befo' I made boots

I was down to grind

Back den every single homie had my back

Now dey peepin' my stack and dey talkin' 'bout jack

But I'm the same brother day in an' day out

An' I'mmo stay that way until the day I lay out

In the casket it's drastic 'cos homies is plastic

Break em off some bread dey want the whole damn basket

If you's a true homie you would wish me well not plot to make a brother fail

Jealous as hell we used to get the same riches

Now your trigga finger got the itches schemin' on my bitches

Which is not a surprise my eyes peep game two eleven

One eighty seven its all the same it's all a shame

Homies'll jack you fo' yo' grip ain't no love involved 'cos it's all about the chips

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Now fo' dese labels tellin' fables

Makin' dem fucked up deals under the table

You think that you smart but fool I'm the smartest

You can't make no money if you can't keep a 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 a hoe

Fly cars gold clothes but no dough

Since it's all business I'mmo handle

Mine keep track of my stack down to the very last dime

'Cos in dis rap game it's all about the buck you bein'

Open fod the lable and you will get fucked

Like how you run up in a trick an' den you through

The record label do the same shit to you

Ninety percent business ten percent show

Ain't no love in dis game 'cos it's all about the dough

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