What's Love Got To Do With It Lyrics - American Idol

Warren G, rap for me, yeah-eah, yeah 

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, all for 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 NUT'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 fell, jealous as hell 

We used to get the same riches 

Now your trigger-finger got the itches, schemin' on my riches 

Which is not a suprise, my eyes peep game 

211's, 187's it's all the same 

It's all a shame, homies'd jack you for your grip 

Ain't no love involved, because it's all about the chips 

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? 

(That's right) 

If you lack in this game, it's a shame, you won't make it 

Now for these labels tellin' fables 

Makin' them fucked up deals under the tables 

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 you know 

Fly cars, gold, clothes but no dough 

Since it's all business, I'm-a handle mine 

Keep track of my stack down to the very last dime 

'Cause in this rap game, it's all about the buck 

You bend over for the label and you will get bucked 

Like how we run up in the trick and then you're through 

The record label do the same thing to you 

90 percent business, 10 percent show 

Ain't no love in this game, 'cause it's all about the dough 

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? 

(That's right) 

If you lack in this game, it's a shame, you won't make 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? 

(That's right) 

If you lack in this game, it's a shame, you won't make it 

What's love got to do, got to do with it? 

(That's right, uh huh) 

What's love if you don't respect the game? 

(That's right, 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 

(That's right, uh-huh, yeah) 

What's love got to do, got to do with it? 

(Uh huh, that's right) 

What's love if you don't respect the game? 

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