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 -