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c-loc - what's love lyrics

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 f-cked me, you lucky, you deserve to die
but i got love for you and your folks so i’ma let’cha slide
a real n-gga, always been down with you, you b-tch you
just remember from now on, clown i don’t f-ck with you
spot your -ss like a spotlight, you’z a phony
even though this sh-t don’t sound like clowns, you ain’t my homie
now you standin’ on the hook, bout to get your -ss shook
crazy m-th-f-ckin’ walkin’ around playin’ with thugs
f-ck that judge, and that d.a.,
i been down since the first day
b-tch you snitched when i treated you like blood
i guess that’s love?

chorus (maxminelli):

what’s love?
i don’t know n-gga 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 n-gga 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):

f-ck, love’ll get’cha k!lled or make a n-gga k!ll somethin’
cuz of love blood gets spilled, no future in your frontin’
it’s funny, how m-th-f-ckas love ya in the beginning
til’ you f-ck’em, then they love ya just enough to k!ll you
word is bond
all around the world, same song
got to get it on cuz a n-gga played the game wrong
keep your word n-gga, and i’m down wit’cha to the end
you ain’t heard n-gga? when the goons come to get’cha, i’m your friend
n-gga thin, yakkin’, gin, hard times, on the grind, ignorin’
any sh-t i hear about’cha in the wind, no lyin’
ever day love is goin’ crazy
n-ggas k!llin’ they ladies
ladies k!llin’ they n-ggas
usin’ triggas
and joe blow cuz he f-ckin’ your hoe
never know what an in-love m-th-f-cka is thinkin’
no joke, don’t talk about when it involves some franklins
these crazy m-th-f-ckas’ll leave your -ss stinkin’

chorus

third verse (c-loc):

you gotta watch love, it’ll get’cha f-cked in the game
nowadays n-ggas love they paper more than they thang
come on mane, sh-t i done picked peter for some paper
that loves a m-th-f-cka it’ll make a n-gga rape ya
you f-ckin’ with the b-tch 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 n-gga give a f-ck if you use it
all the n-ggas who feel me, got ’em hollerin’ “don’t stop abuse it”

chorus

- c loc lyrics

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