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
