CHORUS: One love, what's love, you're lucky just to have just one (repeat 3xs).................... When G Dog the hog come up in the place/ There's dollar signs in your eyes/ And a smile in your face/ You wanna live phat off my sack/ You got more drag than a low lo tho, cut the act/ Cause back before '92 and '93/ You didn't give a damn about Warren G/ But now that I'm slangin' platnium LP's/ All of a sudden you want my N-U-Ts/ Aint nothin' you can do to make it stop/ Cause money makes the world go 'round/ And the panties drop/ I aint in love though (I aint in love tho)/ I don't need the pressure/ I just wanna do ya/ Like I'm diggin' for treasure/ Some of ya'll had a good thing, that you couldn't keep/ Thought you was TLC, you had to creep (You had to creep)/ You say you had love/ I say you need to quit it/ It's all about the dough/ So what's Warren got to do with it.............................. Chorus.......................... Now I'm the type of brother thats down for mines/ Before I made beats, I was down to crime/ Back then every single homie had my back/ Now they're peepin' my stack/ And they're talking 'bout jack/ But I'm the same brotha/ Day in and day out/ And I'ma stay that way/ Until the day I lay out/ In a casket, it's drastic/ Cause homies is plastic/ Break 'em off some bread/ They want the whole damn basket/ If you's a true homie/ You would wish me well/ Not plot to make a homie fell/ Jealous as hell/ We used to get the same riches/ Now your trigger finger got the itches/ Schemin' on bitches/ Which is not a surprise/ My eyes peep game/ 211's 187's it's all the same/ It's all a shame/ Homies are jackin' you for your grip/ Aint no love involved/ Because it's all about the chips.............................. Chorus......................... Now these labels tellin' fables/ Makin' them fucked up deals under the tables/ You think that you're smart/ But fool I'm the smartest/ You can't make no money/ If you can't keep an artist/ Sign the dotted line/ Put me on the shelf/ Break me off some crumbs/ Keep the rest for yourself/ I know how it goes/ Treat Warren like a hoe/ Fly cars, gold, clothes, but no dough/ Since it's all buisness, I'ma handle mine/ Keep track of my stack down to the very last dime/ Cause in this rap game/ It's all about the buck/ You bend over for the label/ And you will get bucked/ Like how you run up in a skirt/ And then you're through/ The record label do the same thang to you/ 90% buisness, 10% show/ Aint no love in this game/ Cause it's all about the dough............................ Chorus.........................