What`s Love lyrics

Artist  : C-loc 
Song : What`s Love



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 f/ Maxminelli



First Verse (C-Loc):



Open your mouth wide traitor put this pistol
inside,

You my dogg thought I'd die for you, boss hogg
was ready to ride for you,

But you fucked me, you lucky, you deserve to
die,

But I got love for you and your folks so I'ma
let'cha slide,

A real nigga, always been down with you, you
bitch you,

Just remember from now on, clown I don't fuck
with you,

Spot your ass like a spotlight, you'z a
phony,

Even though this shit don't sound like clowns,
you ain't my homie,

Now you standin' on the hook, bout to get your
ass shook,

Crazy muthafuckin' walkin' around playin' with
thugs,

Fuck that judge, and that D.A.,

I been down since the first day,

Bitch you snitched when I treated you like
blood,

I guess that's love?



Chorus (Maxminelli):



What's love?

I don't know nigga you tell me

What's love?

Is it somethin' I'm supposed to see?

What's love?

When they actin' like your enemy

L to the O to the V to the E

What's love?

I don't know nigga you tell me

What's love?

Is it somethin' I'm supposed to see?

What's love?

When they actin' like your enemy

L to the O to the V to the E



Second Verse (C-Loc):



Fuck, love'll get'cha killed or make a nigga kill
somethin',

Cuz of love blood gets spilled, no future in your
frontin',

It's funny, how muthafuckas love ya in the
beginning,

Til' you fuck'em, then they love ya just enough
to kill you,

Word is bond,

All around the World, same song,

Got to get it on cuz a nigga played the game
wrong,

Keep your word nigga, and I'm down wit'cha to the
end,

You ain't heard nigga?  When the goons come to
get'cha, I'm your friend,

Nigga thin, yakkin', gin, hard times, on the
grind, ignorin',

Any shit I hear about'cha in the wind, no
lyin',

Ever day love is goin' crazy,

Niggas killin' they ladies,

Ladies killin' they niggas,

Usin' triggas,

And Joe Blow cuz he fuckin' your hoe,

Never know what an in-love muthafucka is
thinkin',

No joke, don't talk about when it involves some
Franklins,

These crazy muthafuckas'll leave your ass
stinkin'



Chorus



Third Verse (C-Loc):



You gotta watch love, it'll get'cha fucked in the
game,

Nowadays niggas love they paper more than they
thang,

Come on mane, shit I done picked Peter for some
paper,

That loves a muthafucka it'll make a nigga rape
ya,

You fuckin' with the bitch but for a minute,

She already actin' like she all up in it,

Watch the broad fall up in it,

All on you, if you choose to play the game,

But that love thang'll make your brains hang, see
that?

Beware, or be square in the pine box,

Whole life, in the air because a sack of rocks
off top,

Give the game to a nigga give a fuck if you use
it,

All the niggas who feel me, got 'em hollerin'
"Don't stop abuse it"



Chorus