Gift Of Gab - What I Got lyrics

[Intro: Michael Franti ad-libbing & Gift of Gab] Uh, yeah Yeah Uhuh, and you know, you know.. [Verse 1: Michael Franti & Gift of Gab] Early in the morning (in the morning y'all) Rising to the street (up in the streets y'all) Light me up that mary jane, I got no shoes on my feet (Shoes is on my feet y'all) Got to find a reason (I need a reason) A reason things went wrong (why they go wrong) Got to find a reason why my money's all gone (I'm broke) I ain't got a dalmatian (yup) I can still get high And I can play the guitar like a mother-shut your mouth! [Break: Michael Franti] What y'all talking 'bout? Love Love is [Verse 2: Michael Franti & Gift of Gab] Life is too short so love the one you got You might get run over or you might get shot (might get shot) Never start no static I just get it off my chest (off my chest) Never had no battle with no bulletproof vest (no bulletproof vest) Take a small example, take a tip-tip from me (from me) Take all of your money give it all to charity (charity) Love is in your heart and in the disco (preach) And the Spearhead style comes straight from Frisco (preach) It all comes back to you, you finally get what you deserve (deserve) Try and test that and you're bound to get served (get served) Love is what I got, don't start a riot (riot) You love it when the dance gets hot, hot, hot, hot [Hook: Michael Franti & Gift of Gab] Lovin' is what I got We got love all across the globe I said remember that, lovin' is what I got We got love y'all, we got love, all across the globe c'mon Now remember that, lovin' is what I got We got love y'all, we got love y'all, all across the universe Ah-so remember that, lovin' is what I got We got love y'all, we got love y'all I got, my mom smokes pot [Verse 3: Michael Franti & Gift of Gab] I don't get angry when my dog runs away (nah) I don't get angry with the bills I gots to pay (nah) I don't get angry when my mom smokes pot (nah) But I get happily-happy when Gab rocks the mic (hey!) It doesn't matter when the voice is all chatter Like the rings around Saturn and there ain't no cake batter, hey See all that matters is the sound to the [?] Of the heart's breathing pattern, everyday is a Saturday Could be sadder, but condition's much better For those living in the South and start planning space anatomy I got [?] that some lyrics that are valid Even if my vote [?] doesn't even matter anyway Something you say, hey, cannonball my [?] So that I can generate some food on my dinner plate I got love flowing way down in my inner rates To keep my head leveled at a devil, couldn't penetrate That's love Gab - Yo that's love Mike For the people Gab - Ah-for the people Mike, c'mon [Hook: Michael Franti & Gift of Gab] Lovin' is what I got I got love y'all So remember that, lovin' is what I got We got love y'all, we got love y'all, I got love y'all Lovin' is what I got We got love c'mon, we got love y'all, for the people y'all So remember that, lovin' is what I got The universe y'all, we got love y'all, we got love y'all, it's all one y'all, it's love y'all I got, I got, I got [Outro: Michael Franti] Love for the people no matter who they be Love for the peoples in the DPC Love for the persons in the sky Love for the planes just flying by People over there and the people over there Sunday morning sitting in your underwear It's don't matter where you're from We got love for the everybody rumpapumpum I, I love Gift of Gab Michael Franti Spearhead Blackalicious Love