Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Is Love, artist - AZ. Album song Pieces Of A Man, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Virgin Records America
Song language: English
Love Is Love |
| See… this is what I mean… when we come together like this |
| incredible things take place… |
| see we connect thoughts to collect shorts, |
| and only the strong survive… |
| I love my black people… we are the future… |
| «Black is the color of my true love’s hair, his face so soft &wondrous cared» |
| Chop the pie up, four ways, get lyed up |
| Infiltrate, never violate get tied up |
| It’s all a chess game, choose sides, the best remains |
| True lies, vibes die when bums infest the game |
| Bogus shit shots, you woke but let your man get locked |
| I love this hip-hop, stock the bank let the Crist pop |
| Peep the next shit, push a big Benz, fuck a Lexus |
| The streets was hectic, so I stacked and made my exit |
| More doe to get, focus my thoughts for me to go legit |
| Ferosious shit, cop a huge castle, on the ocean cliff |
| Imagine that, a few years back, I was baggin' cracks |
| Magnum gats, playin' street corners, commitin' savage acts |
| Twistin' up, nuttin' but love, for niggas sittin' up |
| Hold your own, try comin' home wit out gettin' touched |
| Two for one, laws made foul how they do the young |
| Whose new to come, tried to tell shorty he shoulda threw the gun |
| «Black is the color of my true love’s hair, of my true love’s hair.» |
| Knowledge the green Wallies, all I see |
| Mama hold math like caller I.D. |
| Chose the path that chose me |
| I’ma tell you like G-o-d told me |
| Greed, lust, hate, and envy sweeped us from Shemtie |
| Keep us from simply, unifyin', organizin' |
| We all are fallin', when we think we all are risin' |
| We pop Crist on the horizon, topless chicks wit thick thighs & |
| I’d rather be civilizin', enterprisin', improvisin' |
| Temperature risin', L.O. |
| Heem gave me the guidance |
| Told me leave those 85ers alone, blend wit the wise men |
| That buy 80 G stones, twin Mercedes at homes |
| Fuck a juck, spend 10 Gs alone on chrome |
| When I die they’ll take my chromosomes and clone clones |
| Two hundred and eight bones |
| Microchip kits, we most dominant |
| You know what time it is, that’s why I exist |
| Jump out of limo, lims, fire the blitz, wise scientist |
| Applyin' this, ?lavi,"then wide this |
| I’m survivin' this, quiet tribalness, finalist |
| Year 2000, flyin' the whips |
| 9 cent, mind bent, 1999 rhyme alignment |
| «Blaaaaaaaaaaack is the colorrrrrrrrrr» |
| We went from, arraignments to entertainment |
| 24 seve, the same shit, playin' the strip livin' dangerous |
| Bottle after bottle, soon became a ritual |
| The patterens we follow, others found 'em difficult |
| I guess it’s obvious |
| As to what my hobby is |
| The root of all evil, pollute the scene niggas by the kids |
| Gettin' caught up, the same game done left 'em all stuck |
| I reminisce on V.S. |
| touchin' my fourth cup |
| Me? |
| My only problem is I’m more fucked |
| Knowin' in my heart I can’t sleep, till I bust off nuts |
| Weed religion, for all my niggas that beat the system |
| And those bentin', sittin' since Conico Vision |
| Y’all need to listen, it’s journalistic |
| Y’all hear the whispers «Niggas in The Firm is twisted.» |
| Spit that fly shit that earn the bitches |
| Whip the chrome six up the F.D.R. |
| It’s blessed we are |
| See I never let 'em strees me god, forever stress free |
| While twistin' up logs of that Nestle |
| Who are you to question me? |
| It’s just my destiny |
| To kick back, kill time, and live successfully |
| «When he and I will be as one.» |
| Firm… How y’all want it? |
| Huh? |
| hu… Talk to me… |
| We give it to ya either way… We workin' wit ch’all… |
| This, is for you… Love Is Love… 9−8… Firm shit… |
| «Black is the colorrrrr… of my true love’s hair… my true love’s hair… |
| of my truuuuuuuuuue love’s hair.» |