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 Gs

Hit three fo clubs and breeze
The tree flow double trees

Dont speak the deez host publicly
Dee low rubber knees ski Os double Ds
Dont know what these broads trouble grief
For these roll double Vs please no slugs to squeeze

F A B told you Im 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 Ts
I got love
I got love for my homies who be rolling with me

Play no games

Play no games cuz aint 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 yall 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 yall 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 cant hang

She cant hang cuz I aint 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
Ill leave the heffer down in the street
I got love for chucktailors and converse

Cmere lets 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 wholl splitcha mugs

Same bitches that strip for bucks
Got no love for half these dudes spitting
Other half dont live it see I talk about it bitch
I got slugs play Brutus Popeye your ass reach for my spinach
You see how Im eating contenders
Im grown up yall children Im more original
More lyrical plus dog

I got hugs for fans waving they hands repeating my sentence
My times now eat when Im finished
As for yall you you oppose no threat

Got yourchick hollering Brett
I got love

I got game cuz the game was given to me

Say my name

Say my name cuz aint nobody tighter than me

Give it up

Give it up if you like the way Im rocking this beat
I dont know

Know nothing better chasing my cheddar

If you aint loving the boy you aint never listened to me