I got love
Nate Dogg
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[Produced By Bink!] [Intro] I got love... I got love... I got love... I got love... [Verse 1] I got love - I, got, love, for, my homies who be rollin wit me Play no game - play, no, games, 'cause, ain't nobody playin' with me I got love - I, got, love, for my niggas on my family tree I got love - love for the ghetto, down for whatever If you was down before, then you still gon' be down with me I got game - I, got, game, 'cause, the game was given to me Say my name - say, my, name, 'cause, ain't nobody tighter than me Give it up - give, it, up, if, you like the way I'm rocking this beat I don't know - know nuttin better, chasin' my cheddar If you in love with a whore -- you ain't never listened to me [Break] Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Wah-ooooh [Verse 2] Captain save - cap-tain, save, a, hooker 'cause she hangin' on me She can't hang - she, can't, hang, 'cause I ain't lookin' fo' a wifey Just in case - just, in, case, I, better take a weapon with me And these hoes - hoes keep cover, down for whatever If she stress me some more, I have to leave her dead in the street Run me how? Run, me, how? 'Cause, haters they be all in the mix And they know - where, they, go-in, ain't gon' get no better than this Can't they see? Can't, they, see, we, ain't some niggas they wanna diss? D.P.G. - though I'll love a trick never, treat a bitch never I told you before, so you better not be fuckin' with me [Break] Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh Wah-ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh [Verse 3] Platinum chains - plat-inum, chains, is, all you ever see on my neck Diamond ring - dia-mond, rings, as, long as I can keep her in check All the same - all, the, same, as, long as you don't ever forget I was taught in the ghetto, wear the tight bellow If she head for the stash, I always got this pistol with me Constantly we bustin' to a hell of a beat Then we came - then, we, came, 'cause, the bass'll knock you off of your feet Just that deep - just, that, deep, I, betcha we be movin' ya feet Voice kinda mellow, place from the ghetto If you still want some more, go and get the fuckin' CD [Outro] I got love... I got love... I got love... I got love... I got love... I got love...