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What's Love Got to Do With It
of Warren G

What's Love Got to Do With It Lyrics Translation

Ooh, yeah, yeah, what's love got to do with it?
Warren G black for me, yeah, mmm

When the G-dog, the sow, comes into the place
There are dollar symbols in your eyes and a smile on your face
You wanna live fat out of my pocket
You pull more than a sip, stop acting
Because before '92 and '93
Did you give a fuck about Warren G.
But now that I'm making platinum albums
Are you suddenly on my N.U.T's
There's nothing you can't stop with
Because money makes the world
Come around and the panties fall
Even though it's not for love, I don't need this pressure
I wanna dig like I'm digging for treasure
Some of you had good things, but you couldn't keep it
I thought you were TLC, you had to crawl
You say you had love, I say you suck
It's all about the coal, so what's love got to do with it?


What does love have to do with, to do with (that's right)
What is love if you don't respect the game (uh-huh)
What has love to do with it, to do with it
If you're lacking in the game it's sad you won't make it

Now I am the brother who is there for his
Before I made beats, I was toiling
Before, every single homie had my back
Now they just see my bag and talk about being mugged
But I'm the same brother from day to day
And I'll stay like this until the day I'm in the coffin
It's radical because homies are plastic
Break them some bread
You want the whole basket
If you are a true homie you would wish me well
No act to harm a brother, jealous as hell
We needed the same riches to get
Now your trigger finger itches because of my wealth
Which is no wonder, my eye gaze
211's, 187's are all the same
It's sad homies would attack you for your reign
No love is involved because it's all about the cash


What does love have to do with, to do with (that's right)
What is love if you don't respect the game (uh-huh)
What has love to do with it, to do with it
If you're lacking in the game it's sad you won't make it

Well for all labels that tell fables
Make those fucked up the deals under the table
You think you're smart, but idiot, I'm the smartest
You can't make money if you can't keep an artist
Sign on the dotted line, put it on the shelf
Break them a few crumbs, keep the rest to yourself
I know how it works, treat an artist like a whore
Fly cars, gold, clothes but no plasticine
Since everything has been business, I've been doing mine
Stay from my pocket to the last penny
Because this rap business is all about the cash
Bend over for the label and you'll get fucked
Like if we fall into an ambush and then you're done
The record label does the same to you
90% business, 10% show
There is no love in this business because it's all about the dough

What does love have to do with, to do with (that's right)
What is love if you don't respect the game (uh-huh)
What has love to do with it, to do with it
If you're lacking in the game it's sad you won't make it

What does love have to do with, to do with (that's right)
What is love if you don't respect the game (uh-huh)
What has love to do with it, to do with it
If you're lacking in the game it's sad you won't make it

What does love have to do with, to do with (that's right)
What is love if you don't respect the game (uh-huh)
What has love to do with it, to do with it
If you're lacking in the game it's sad you won't make it

Writer (s): Terry Britten, Graham Lyle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

last edited by Demir (Bosna) on March 24, 2021, 2:47 pm