What’s Love

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