I Got Love [Remix] - remix

I got love

Have you love

Gang sta nate

Young got ti

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 broads trouble grief

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 cuz Nate

Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the east side

Please believe it believe it please

You gon' see arms come out like sleeveless T's

I got love

I got love for my homies who be rolling with me

Play no games

Play no games cuz ain't nobody playing with me

I got love

I got love for my niggas on my family tree

I got love

Down with 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 yeah

Contriceptic unload and get swallowed like anestheptic

Step up and accept it

You wanna see the shells shift

Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip

Like a slick 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 catastrophies

Suckers I got love

And all the homies round up throw the pound up

Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what I got love

Pros they adore me I keep all pros looking for me

Alive to tell this story and I

And who am I be the agostra gotti

Sinatra sloss sling soldiers

Captain save

Captain save a er cuz she hanging on me

She can't hang

She can't hang cuz I ain't looking for a wife

Just in case

Just in case I better take a weapon with me

When these hoes

When these hoes get clever down for whatever

If she stress me some more

I'll leave the heffer down in the street

I got love for chucktailors and converse

C'mere let's con verse I mean where you heard those words first

I got blunts my niggas put in hard work

Twenty four hours and packs go like front work

I got love crips and bloods chick who'll split'cha mugs

Same bitches that strip for bucks

Got no love for half these dudes spitting

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 times now eat when I'm finished

As for y'all you you oppose no threat

Got your chick hollering Brett

I got love

I got game cuz the game was given to me

Say my name

Say my name cuz 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