Lil Keke - Nothing But Love lyrics

Uh, get ya mind right (get ya mind right) What, Southsive for live Westcoast n***a... [Chorus] Coming straight from the heart, cause I got nothing but love Man it really hurt, cause we done lost another thug - 2x Would you ride for your dog, would you die for your dog Staying side by side, prepare to lose it all - 2x [Lil' Keke] I'm living life on the run, this is hot pursuit n***as lying homies dying, better strap on your boots I'm the young don, you know I do what I do One of the first ones in the click, since the year 9-2 Yeah me and Screw, the click you know we started that It was a three-headed monster with my boy Fat Pat We was the throwdest the coldest, on this side of town And all them rookies speaking up, you know they had to bow down We was profiling, freestyling, buck-wilding Making money, had a player smiling Keeping it crunk, bringing the funk, popping the trunk Smoking the skunk, a player don't front Fore' I lay down to sleep, you know I gots to pray Cause this life ain't been the same, since we lost P-A Sometimes I pick it up, just to make a call Cause my right-hand to God, man I miss my dog [Chorus] [Lil' Keke] Would you swang and swoop, in a brand new Coupe This Commission Muzic Group, we hotter than chicken soup Would you k** for your homie, would you steal for your homie Be ready to bust a shot, when they try to run up on me Would you ride for a thug, would you die for a thug Be ready to pump a slug, when you see a n***a blood H-Town to Oakland, the highway smoking Puffing on something green, that'll bust your chest open Or trip in a zone, for my homies that's gone DJ Screw you the king, baby sit on that throne Mafio, Big Steve don't worry, I got it rocking Just for P-A-T, I'ma keep a top dropping Long live the name, forever in the game Letting you boys know, until you feel my pain Southside for life, baby a player got pride East to West Coast, real dogs gon ride [Chorus] [Lil' Keke] Pressure bust the pipes, so that's what I like Had to master the game, like it's riding a bike I lost some people man, you know this world is a trip It got me paranoid, riding with a Glock and a clip I know a lot of people saying, you the last one left That's why I'm studio, buying keeping some on the shelf I mash on the gas, with no time to play Me, Pokey and Carleone, plus the H-A-W-K Tell Poetic just don't sweat it, I'm out dropping my hit Do it straight from the heart, because I love the click I got the heart of a hustler, the mind of a G Dedicating this song to Screw and P-A-T I'ma hold it down, until I make it that way On the last sixteen, with so much to say No giving up, this is life on the run All respect due, from Lil' Keke the Don [Chorus]