[00:00.00] 作词 : Nathaniel Dwayne Hale
[00:00.10] 作曲 : Fabrice d'Aversa
[00:00.20]Written by：N. Hale/R. Harrell
[00:02.389]I got love
[00:07.742]Have you love
[00:13.60]Gang sta nate
[00:18.324]Young got ti
[00:23.548]F A B
[00:24.996]With the D O double G three fo'bubblies
[00:27.876]Three fo dubs and trees
[00:29.452]C***ky eyes B low double G's
[00:31.842]Hit three fo'clubs and breeze
[00:33.290]The tree flow double trees
[00:34.783]Don't speak the deez host publicly
[00:36.951]Dee low rubber knees ski O's double D's
[00:39.868]Don't know what these broads trouble grief
[00:41.940]For these roll double V's please no slugs to squeeze
[00:44.826]F A B told you I'm a rider but you can thank the green
[00:48.283]For the gangsta lean when I roll through in a rider
[00:51.123]You looking at a coast to coast G
[00:53.258]I got love but I still stash the toaster closely
[00:56.456]We bailing on police rides cuz Nate
[00:58.711]Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the east side
[01:02.95]Please believe it believe it please
[01:04.159]You gon'see arms come out like sleeveless T's
[01:06.855]I got love
[01:07.719]I got love for my homies who be rolling with me
[01:11.607]Play no games
[01:12.895]Play no games cuz ain't nobody playing with me
[01:16.679]I got love
[01:18.303]I got love for my niggas on my family tree
[01:22.359]I got love
[01:23.226]Down with the ghetto down for whatever
[01:25.689]If you was down before then you still gon'be down with me
[01:28.833]Format ya doormat
[01:29.756]Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats yeah
[01:32.716]Contriceptic unload and get swallowed like anestheptic
[01:36.542]Step up and accept it
[01:38.182]You wanna see the shells shift
[01:39.846]Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip
[01:42.686]Like a slick disc and twist
[01:44.438]Buster boy bobby socking all y'all is a hobby
[01:47.974]Got ''em lounging in the lobby
[01:50.30]Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies
[01:53.828]Suckers I got love
[01:55.500]And all the homies round up throw the pound up
[01:57.988]Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what I got love
[02:00.548]Pros they adore me I keep all pros looking for me
[02:03.910]Alive to tell this story and I
[02:06.110]And who am I be the agostra gotti
[02:09.214]Sinatra sloss sling soldiers
[02:10.414]Captain save
[02:11.628]Captain save a er cuz she hanging on me
[02:15.812]She can't hang
[02:16.916]She can't hang cuz I ain't looking for a wife
[02:20.837]Just in case
[02:22.196]Just in case I better take a weapon with me
[02:26.284]When these hoes
[02:27.372]When these hoes get clever down for whatever
[02:29.652]If she stress me some more
[02:30.900]I'll leave the heffer down in the street
[02:32.437]I got love for chucktailors and converse
[02:34.525]C'mere let's con verse I mean where you heard those words first
[02:37.596]I got blunts my niggas put in hard work
[02:39.885]Twenty four hours and packs go like front work
[02:42.588]I got love crips and bloods chick who'll split'cha mugs
[02:46.319]Same b*****s that strip for bucks
[02:47.695]Got no love for half these dudes spitting
[02:50.343]Other half don't live it see I talk about it b***h
[02:53.107]I got slugs play Brutus Popeye your a**reach for my spinach
[02:57.515]You see how I'm eating contenders
[02:58.669]I'm grown up y'all children I'm more original
[03:01.269]More lyrical plus dog
[03:03.448]I got hugs for fans waving they hands repeating my sentence
[03:07.471]My times now eat when I'm finished
[03:09.287]As for y'all you you oppose no threat
[03:12.703]Got your chick hollering Brett
[03:14.280]I got love
[03:15.584]I got game cuz the game was given to me
[03:19.680]Say my name
[03:20.769]Say my name cuz ain't nobody tighter than me
[03:24.839]Give it up
[03:26.207]Give it up if you like the way I'm rocking this beat
[03:30.151]I don't know
[03:31.311]Know nothing better chasing my cheddar
[03:33.699]If you ain't loving the boy you ain't never listened to me

作词 : Nathaniel Dwayne Hale
作曲 : Fabrice d'Aversa
Written by：N. Hale/R. Harrell
I got love
Have you love
Gang sta nate
Young got ti
F A B
With the D O double G three fo'bubblies
Three fo dubs and trees
C***ky eyes B low double G's
Hit three fo'clubs and breeze
The tree flow double trees
Don't speak the deez host publicly
Dee low rubber knees ski O's double D's
Don't know what these broads trouble grief
For these roll double V's please no slugs to squeeze
F A B told you I'm a rider but you can thank the green
For the gangsta lean when I roll through in a rider
You looking at a coast to coast G
I got love but I still stash the toaster closely
We bailing on police rides cuz Nate
Got some sticky so strong you could smell it on the east side
Please believe it believe it please
You gon'see arms come out like sleeveless T's
I got love
I got love for my homies who be rolling with me
Play no games
Play no games cuz ain't nobody playing with me
I got love
I got love for my niggas on my family tree
I got love
Down with the ghetto down for whatever
If you was down before then you still gon'be down with me
Format ya doormat
Stomp and stampede on emcees like doormats yeah
Contriceptic unload and get swallowed like anestheptic
Step up and accept it
You wanna see the shells shift
Wiggle ya torso or make ya bottom or ya hips slip
Like a slick disc and twist
Buster boy bobby socking all y'all is a hobby
Got ''em lounging in the lobby
Automatic tacts automatically cause tragedies and catastrophies
Suckers I got love
And all the homies round up throw the pound up
Kurupt out to show y'all how to strut like what I got love
Pros they adore me I keep all pros looking for me
Alive to tell this story and I
And who am I be the agostra gotti
Sinatra sloss sling soldiers
Captain save
Captain save a er cuz she hanging on me
She can't hang
She can't hang cuz I ain't looking for a wife
Just in case
Just in case I better take a weapon with me
When these hoes
When these hoes get clever down for whatever
If she stress me some more
I'll leave the heffer down in the street
I got love for chucktailors and converse
C'mere let's con verse I mean where you heard those words first
I got blunts my niggas put in hard work
Twenty four hours and packs go like front work
I got love crips and bloods chick who'll split'cha mugs
Same b*****s that strip for bucks
Got no love for half these dudes spitting
Other half don't live it see I talk about it b***h
I got slugs play Brutus Popeye your a**reach for my spinach
You see how I'm eating contenders
I'm grown up y'all children I'm more original
More lyrical plus dog
I got hugs for fans waving they hands repeating my sentence
My times now eat when I'm finished
As for y'all you you oppose no threat
Got your chick hollering Brett
I got love
I got game cuz the game was given to me
Say my name
Say my name cuz ain't nobody tighter than me
Give it up
Give it up if you like the way I'm rocking this beat
I don't know
Know nothing better chasing my cheddar
If you ain't loving the boy you ain't never listened to me