Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Nathaniel Hale, Ricardo Brown, Ray Charles, Roosevelt Iii Harrell, John Jackson, Brett Williams
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Nate DoggI Got Love Lyrics:
[Nate Dogg]
I got love... I got love... I got love... I got
love...
I got love - I, got, love, for, my homies who be
rollin wit me They know game - play, no, games,
cause, ain't nobody playin wit me I got love - I,
got, love, for my niggaz on my family tree I got
love - love for the ghetto, down for whatever If
you was down before, you gon' still gon' be down
wit me I got game - I, got, game, cause, the game
was given to me Say my name - say, my, name,
cause, ain't nobody tighter than me Give it up -
give, it, up, if, you like the way I'm rhymin this
beat I don't know - know nuttin better, chasin my
chedder If you in love with a whore -- you ain't
never listened to me
Captain save - cap-tain, save, a, hooker cause she
hangin on me She can't hang - she, can't, hang,
cause I ain't lookin fo' a wifey Just in case -
just, in, case, I, better take a weapon wit me And
these hoes - keep cover, down for whatever If she
stress me some more, I have to leave her dead in
the street Run me how? Run, me, how? Cause, haters
they be all in the mix And they know - where,
they, go-in, ain't gon' get no better than this
Can't they see? Can't, they, see, we, ain't some
niggaz they wanna diss? D.P.G. - though I'll love
a trick never, treat a bitch never I told you
before, so you better not be fuckin wit me
Platinum chains - plat-inum, chains, is, all you
ever see on my neck Diamond ring - dia-mond, ring,
as, long as I can keep every check All the same -
all, the, same, as, long as you don't ever forget
I was taught in the ghetto, wear the tight bellow
If she head for the stash, I always got this
pistol wit me Cap-tain, say, we, bustin to a hell
of a beat Then we came - then, we, came, cause,
they base'll knock you off of your feet Just that
deep - just, that, deep, I, betcha we be movin ya
feet Voice kinda mellow, place, from the ghetto If
you still want some more, go and get the fuckin CD
I got love... I got love... I got love... I got
love... I got love... I got love...
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