Song: I Got Love ~~ 2001 ~~ 3:58
Artist: Nate Dogg
LP/CD: Music & Me ~~ Elektra ~~ 2001
Composers: N. Hale~R. Harrell~R. Charles

(I got love) I got love for my homies who be rollin’ with me
(Play no game) Play no games ‘cause ain’t nobody playin’ with me
(I got love) I got love for my n****s on my family tree
(I got love) Love for the ghetto, down for whatever
If you was down before then you still gon’ be down with me

(I got game) I got game ‘cause the game was given to me
(Say my name) Say my name ‘cause ain’t nobody tighter than me
(Give it up) Give it up if you like the way I’m rockin’ this beat
(I don’t know) Know nothin’ better, chasing my chedder
If you in love with a wh***, you ain’t never listen to me

Wah...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...
Wah...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...
Wah...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...
Wah...ooh...

(Captain say) Captain say call hooker ‘cause she hangin’ on me
(She can’t hang) She can’t hang ‘cause I ain’t lookin for a wifey
(Just in case) Just in case, I better take a weapon with me
(When these h**s) H**s get clever, down for whatever
If she stress me some more, I’ll leave the heifer dead in the street

(Funny how) Funny how the haters they be all in the mix
(When they know) When they know it ain’t gon’ get no better than this
(Can’t they see) Can’t they see we ain’t some n****s they wanna diss
(DPG) When I love a trick never, treat a b**** never
I told you before, so you better not be f***in’ with me

Wah...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...
Wah...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...
Wah...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...

(Platinum chains) Platinum chains is all you’ll ever see on my neck
(Diamond ring) Diamond rings, as long as I can keep her in check
(All the same) All the same, as long as you don’t ever forget
I was taught in the ghetto, quite a tight fellow
If she head for the stash, I always got this pistol with me

(Constantly) Constantly we bustin’ to a hell of a beat
(Think we can’t) Think we can’t ‘cause the base’ll knock you off of your feet
(Just that deep) Just that deep, I, bet ya we be movin’ your feet
Voice kinda mellow, place from the ghetto
If you still want some more, go and get the f***in’ CD

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: December 22, 2001