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