Gotta Lotta Love

Woke up the other mornin',

I heard a rumor

They said the gang wars was over

I told 'em they was bullshittin', they said it's real as hell

Can't explain the way

I feltToo many years

I seen my brothers die

And I can't say that shit was really that fly

But I used to gangbang when

I was younger

So it's really hard to tell a kid that he's goin' under

I never thought

I lived to see us chill

Crips and

Bloods holdin' hands, the shit is ill

But I love it,

I can't help it

Too much death on the streets and we dealt it

Van Ness Boys,

The Hoovers,

The 60'sBounty

Hunters, 8-

Treys, all coolin' out, gee

I pray the shit'll never stop

You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop

But now the kids got a chance to live

And the O.

G.'s got something to give

That's love, black on black, that's how they made it

And if any busters flip, they get faded

L.A. is where

I'm speakin' of

Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz

I gotta lotta love

Gotta lotta love

I got a lotta love 'cuz you're all my brothers

Red or blue, black's the color

We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real fools

Show those muthafuckas the real tools

Check the enemy, it ain't the family

Not 1-11, try

L.A.P.D.They gotta understand, they beat on a blackman

There's gonna be drama, know what

I'm sayin'?

And if we flip, let's all flip together'

Cause I'm prepared, kid, for rough weather

And we gotta realize, the boys on the east side

You call 'em

S-A's, I call 'em allies

Because the day that we all unite

Watch the pigs get real polite

Punk muthafuckas gotta learn quick

That we ain't takin' no more shit

L.A. is where

I'm speakin' of

Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz

I gotta lotta love

Crenshaw Boulevard,

Sunday afternoon

Folks sittin' on things, mad systems boom

The girls are lookin' better

The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever

At Venice by the ocean

Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion

There's gangsters all around

Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown

I pray L.A. can stay this way

It's the first summer

I can really say

I felt cool, we all chilled

Went to the park and nobody got killed

Now if you got a problem, it's man on man

You don't need a gang to solve 'em

I seen the greatest thing

I seen in my life

Two brothers in a straight up fist fight

Nobody pulled a gat, nobody jumped in

Nobody pulled a knife, nobody got done in

L.A. is where

I'm speakin' of

Peace to my city 'cuz

I gotta lotta love

Got a lotta love

G A T E S,

I hope you wear a vest

Even after you're out the fuckin' office'

Cuz we're on a totally different tip

Fuck that pig brutality shit

This unity is gettin' to me

Every brother on the street is my homie

I'm rollin' through a hood that

I never been

And every brother steps to me as a friend

I love it,

I love itAnd nothin' in my life will ever be above it

We wanna see our kids all grown up

We're tired of seein' our hoods get blown up

L.A. is a great place

Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace

But gangbanging was killin' it quick

Another child got hit, bullshit

Pop-pop-pop, 10 on a weekend

We was goin' off to deep end

But now we got a chance, my friend

To mend, and make the colors blend

Let's all go out on a picnic, kick shit

And squash all the static

Last year

I lost about five homies

This shit is real to me

L.A. is where

I'm speakin' of

Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz

I gotta lotta love

Gotta lotta love

Yo, this is goin' out to all the gangbangers

All over South

Central, Watts,

InglewoodAll over

L.A., basically

East L.A.You know

I'm sayin'?

It's basically goin' down

Peace to all the

Crips and the

BloodsVan

Ness Boys,

Hoovers, Rollin 60's, 83's,

Bounty Hunters

Yeah and the

JungleThis is goin' out to all the brothers over there in

WattsYou know what

I'm sayin'?

Throwin' it up

Grape Street,

Nutty Blocc,

Front Hood

And all them niggas out there in

ComptonRollin 30s,

Harlem, ah yeah

Pueblos, Nickerson

G's, Peace

Inglewood

Family, 18th

StreetSouth

Loc and all the

S-A homeboys

All the different sets, every set,

Crip, Blood

What doesn't matter to me 'cuz

I gotta lotta love

You know what

I'm sayin'?

Hope the truce never ends

You know I'm sayin'?

We can do this