C-Loc - Whats Love Lyrics

(feat. Maxminelli)

[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 nigga, always been down with you, you bitch you,
Just remember from now on, clown I don't f*ck 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 muthaf*ckin' walkin' around playin' with thugs,
F*ck 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]

F*ck, 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 muthaf*ckas love ya in the beginning,
Til' you f*ck'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 f*ckin' your hoe,
Never know what an in-love muthaf*cka is thinkin',
No joke, don't talk about when it involves some Franklins,
These crazy muthaf*ckas'll leave your ass stinkin'

[Chorus]

[Third Verse: C-Loc]

You gotta watch love, it'll get'cha f*cked 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 muthaf*cka it'll make a nigga rape ya,
You f*ckin' 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 f*ck if you use it,
All the niggas who feel me, got 'em hollerin' "Don't stop abuse it"

[Chorus]