One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one  
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one  
  
 When G dog the hog come up in the place  
 There's dollar signs in your eyez  
 And a smile in your face  
 You wanna live phat off of my sack  
 You got more drag than a low lo tho, cut the act  
 Cause back before '92 and '93  
 You didn't give a damn about Warren G  
 But now that I'm slangin' platinum LP's  
 All of a sudden you want my N.U.Ts  
 Ain't nothin' you can do to make it stop  
 Cause money makes the world go 'round  
 And the panties drop  
 I ain't in love though (I ain't in love tho)  
 I don't need the pressure  
 I just wanna do ya  
 Like I'm diggin' for treasure  
 Some of ya'll had a good thing, that you couldn't keep  
 Thought you was TLC, You had to creep (You had to creep)  
 You say you had love  
 I say you need to quit it  
 It's all about the dough  
 So what's Warren got to do with it  
  
 (Chorus)  
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love  
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one  
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love  
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one  
  
 Now I'm the type of brother that's down for mines  
 Before I made beats, I was down to crime  
 Back then every single homie had my back  
 Now they're peepin' my stack  
 And they're talking 'bout jack  
 But I'm the same brotha  
 Day in and day out  
 And i'ma stay that way  
 Until the day i lay out  
 In a casket, its drastic  
 Cause homies is plastic  
 Brake 'em off some bread  
 they want the whole damn basket  
 If you's a true homie  
 you would wish me well  
 Not plot to make a homey fell  
 Jealous as hell  
 We used to get the same riches  
 Now your trigger finger got the itches  
 Schemin' on my bitches  
 Which is not a surprise  
 My eyes peep game  
 211's 187's It's all the same  
 It's all a shame  
 Homies are jackin' you for your grip  
 Ain't no love involved  
 Because it's all about the chips  
  
 (Chorus)  
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love  
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one  
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love  
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one  
  
 Now for these labels tellin' fables  
 Makin' them fucked up deals under the tables  
 You think that you're smart  
 But fool I'm the smartest  
 You can't make no money  
 If you can't keep an artist  
 Sign the dotted line  
 Put me on the shelf  
 Break me off some crumbs  
 Keep the rest for yourself  
 I know how it goes  
 Treat Warren like a hoe  
 Fly cars, Gold, clothes, but no dough  
 Since it's all business, I'ma handle mine  
 Keep track of my stack down to the very last dime  
 Cause in this rap game  
 It's all about the buck  
 You bend over for tha label  
 And you will get bucked  
 Like how you run up in a skirt  
 And then your through  
 The record label do the same thang to you