Do What It Do

Ooh yeah, yeah, What's Love got to do Warren G rap, for me yeah-eah, yeah, mm, mm Verse 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 N You. 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 need to quit It's All about the dough so, what's love got to do with it Chorus? 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 Verse See pop shows near New York Get tickets as low as $120 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 see 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 Repeat