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**ed 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***a, always been down with you, you b**h you Just remember from now on, clown I don't f** with you Spot your a** like a spotlight, you'z a phony Even though this sh** don't sound like clowns, you ain't my homie Now you standin' on the hook, bout to get your a** shook Crazy muthaf**in' walkin' around playin' with thugs f** that judge, and that D.A., I been down since the first day b**h you snitched when I treated you like blood I guess that's love? Chorus (Maxminelli): What's love? I don't know n***a 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***a 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**, love'll get'cha k**ed or make a n***a k** somethin' Cuz of love blood gets spilled, no future in your frontin' It's funny, how muthaf**as love ya in the beginning Til' you f**'em, then they love ya just enough to k** you Word is bond All around the World, same song Got to get it on cuz a n***a played the game wrong Keep your word n***a, and I'm down wit'cha to the end You ain't heard n***a? When the goons come to get'cha, I'm your friend n***a thin, yakkin', gin, hard times, on the grind, ignorin' Any sh** I hear about'cha in the wind, no lyin' Ever day love is goin' crazy n***as k**in' they ladies Ladies k**in' they n***as Usin' triggas And Joe Blow cuz he f**in' your hoe Never know what an in-love muthaf**a is thinkin' No joke, don't talk about when it involves some Franklins These crazy muthaf**as'll leave your a** stinkin' Chorus Third Verse (C-Loc): You gotta watch love, it'll get'cha f**ed in the game Nowadays n***as love they paper more than they thang Come on mane, sh** I done picked Peter for some paper That loves a muthaf**a it'll make a n***a rape ya You f**in' with the b**h 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***a give a f** if you use it All the n***as who feel me, got 'em hollerin' "Don't stop abuse it" Chorus