What\u0027s Love Got To Do With It - Warren G ft Adina Howard (best lyrics) Ooh, yeah, yeah What\u0027s love got to do Warren G, rap for me, yeah-eah, yeah, mm mm When G-dog, the hog, come up in the place It\u0027s 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 \u0027Cause back before \u002792 and \u002793 You didn\u0027t give a damn about Warren G But now that I\u0027m slingin\u0027 platinum LP\u0027s All of a sudden, you on my N.U.T\u0027s Ain\u0027t nothin\u0027 you can do to make it stop \u0027Cause money makes the world go \u0027round and the panties drop I ain\u0027t in love though, I don\u0027t need the pressure I just wanna dig it like I\u0027m diggin\u0027 for treasure Some of y\u0027all had a good thing that you couldn\u0027t keep Thought you was TLC, you had to creep You say you had love, I said you bull-shitting It\u0027s all about the dough, so what\u0027s love got to do with it? What\u0027s love got to do, got to do with it (that\u0027s right)? What\u0027s love if you don\u0027t respect the game (uh-huh)? What\u0027s love got to do, got to do with it? If you lack in this game, it\u0027s a shame, you won\u0027t make it Now, I\u0027m the type of brother that\u0027s down for mines Before I made beats, I was down the grind Back then, every single homey had my back Now they\u0027re peepin\u0027 my stack and they\u0027re talkin\u0027 bout jack But I\u0027m the same brother day in and day out And I\u0027m-a stay that way until the day I lay out In a casket, it\u0027s drastic, \u0027cause homies is plastic Break \u0027em off some bread, they want the whole damn basket If you\u0027s a true homey, you would wish me well Not plot to make a brother bail, jealous as hell We used to get the same riches Now your trigger-finger got the itches, schemin\u0027 on my riches Which is, not a surprise, my eyes peep game 211s, 187s it\u0027s all the same It\u0027s all a shame, homies\u0027d jack you for your grip Ain\u0027t no love involved, because it\u0027s all about the chips What\u0027s love got to do, got to do with it (that\u0027s right)? What\u0027s love if you don\u0027t respect the game (uh-huh)? What\u0027s love got to do, got to do with it? If you lack in this game, it\u0027s a shame, you won\u0027t make it Now for these labels tellin\u0027 fables Makin\u0027 the fucked-up deals under the tables You think that you smart, but, fool, I\u0027m the smartest You can\u0027t make no money if you can\u0027t keep an artist Sign the dotted line, put \u0027em on the shelf Break \u0027em off some crumbs, keep the rest for yourself I know how it goes, treat an artist like a ho Fly cars, gold, clothes, but no dough Since it\u0027s all business, I\u0027m-a handle mine Keep track of my stack down to the very last dime \u0027Cause in this rap game, it\u0027s all about the buck You bend over for the label and you will get fucked Like how we run up in them trick, and then you\u0027re through The record label do the same shit to you 90% business, 10% show Ain\u0027t no love in this game, \u0027cause it\u0027s all about the dough What\u0027s love got to do, got to do with it (that\u0027s right)? What\u0027s love if you don\u0027t respect the game (uh-huh)? What\u0027s love got to do, got to do with it? If you lack in this game, it\u0027s a shame, you won\u0027t make it