I Got Love (feat. Fabolous, B.R.E.T.T. & Kurupt) [Remix]

I got love (Remix, remix)

Yeah, all y'all (Kurupt) unaware

Fabulous (Remix)

Smash through, do what you do and what you want too

Gangsta Nate

Nate Dogg, remix it up with bing, doing what we wanna

Young Gotti

Okay, that's right, ghetto

F-A-B

With the D-O double G, three fo' bubblies

Three fo dubs and trees

Chinky eyes, B-Low double G's

Hit three fo' clubs and breeze

The tree flow double trees

Don't speak, the deez host publicly

Dee low rubber knees, ski-o's double D's

Don't know what these bros trouble be

For these roll double V's

Please no slugs to squeeze

F-A-B

Told you I'm a rider, but you can thank the green

For the gangsta lean when I roll through in a rider

You looking at a coast to coast G

I got love, but I still stash the toaster closely

We bailing on police rides

'Cause Nate got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the Eastside

Please believe it, believe it, please

You goin' see arms come out, like sleeveless tees

I got love

I got love for my homies who be rolling with me

Play no games

Play no games 'cause ain't nobody playing with me

I got love

I got love for my **** on my family tree

I got love

Love for the ghetto, down for whatever

If you was down before then you still gon' be down with me

Format ya doormat

Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats

Contraceptic, unload and get swallowed like anestheptic

Step up and accept it

You wanna see the shells shift

Wiggle your torso

Or make your bottom or your hips slick like a slipped disc and twist

Buster boy Bobby, socking all y'all is a hobby

Got 'em lounging in the lobby

Automatic tacts automatically 'cause tragedies and catastrophes suckers

I got love

And all the homies round up, throw the pound up

Kurupt out to show you how to strut like what

I got bros

Pros, they adore me

I keep on prose, looking for me alive to tell this story and I

M-U-N-I-B, young Gotti to a Gotti, Sinatra, Selassie lean

Captain save

Captain save a hooker 'cause she hanging on me

She can't hang

She can't hang 'cause I ain't looking for a wifey

Just in case

Just in case I better take a weapon with me

When these hoes

Hoes get clever, down for whatever

If she stress me some more

I'll leave the heifer down in the street

I got love

For Chuck Taylors and Converse

Come here, let's converse, I mean

Where you heard those words first?

I got blunts

My **** put in hard work

Twenty-four hours and packs go like clockwork

I got thugs

Crips and Bloods, chicks who'll slit ya mugs

Same bitches that strip for bucks

Got no love

For half these dudes spittin', other half don't live it see

I talk about it, bitch

I got slugs

Play Brutus, Popeye your ass, reach for my spinach

You see how I'm eating contenders

I'm grown up

Y'all children, I'm more original

More lyrical, plus dog

I got hugs

For fans waving they hands, repeating my sentence

My time's now, eat when I'm finished

That's for sure

You? You oppose no threat

Got your chick hollering Brett

I got love

I got game 'cause the game was given to me

Say my name

Say my name 'cause ain't nobody tighter than me

Give it up

Give it up if you like the way I'm rocking this beat

I don't know

Know nothing better, chasing my cheddar

If you ain't loving the boy, you ain't never listened to me