Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love, artist - Benzino. Date of issue: 29.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Love |
| Zino, unh, Young L.O., don’t start |
| From Boston to NY, Made Men |
| We do it for the. |
| (Love) |
| Purple haze, Philly blunts niggas on the corner |
| Semi-auto weapons with the red scope on it |
| Niggas don’t want it |
| My dogs, we do it for the. |
| (Love) |
| Fly bitches, pony tails, jeans fit right |
| Get brains on the nine o' clock flight, that’s. |
| (Love) |
| This is for them niggas up in Waldport |
| Norfolk, Nashua, South Bay, shit you know them niggas get. |
| (Love) |
| I got. |
| (Love) for the Hangmen 3 cuz they got love for me |
| I rep for them, they do the same for me |
| I got. |
| (Love) for them hustlas who be throwin them dice |
| All my hood rich niggas on the block with ice |
| I got. |
| (Love) for the deceased that died for the cause |
| For everybody in the jail house locked behind bars |
| I got. |
| (Love) for them ladies in Victoria thongs |
| That ain’t afraid to hold me down when the shit go wrong |
| See it’s like. |
| (Love) when I be blazing up an ounce of hydro |
| Ride through the projects and there’s no 5−0, that’s. |
| (Love) |
| Sitting in the court with a grin on my face |
| Hundred thousand dollars put up so I can beat this case, you know that’s. |
| (Love) |
| Niggas workin with the Feds, that’s trife |
| Got your man 25 to life, motherfucker that ain’t. |
| (Love) |
| I got. |
| (Love) for the blunt smokers, the wood smokers |
| Dutch smokers, even you green leaf rollers |
| I got. |
| (Love) for my Timberland boots, Burberry suits |
| Plenty of loot, topless coupes |
| I got. |
| (Love) for my grandmoms, my little brother |
| For the youth in the struggle together we’ll get tougher |
| All my niggas get. |
| (Love) all my bitches get. |
| (Love) |
| Scream. |
| (Love) L. O… (Love) Zino. |
| (Love) |
| We got. |
| (Love) for them bastard children, still in them buildings |
| Postin a block, tryna touch a million, that’s. |
| (Love) |
| For my people, workin hard at night |
| Run the graveyard shift, gotta get that money right |
| You know it’s. |
| (Love) when I send my boy commissary |
| And a Playboy magazine with a picture of Halle Berry, that’s. |
| (Love) |
| When I let you hold my nine, bring it back |
| Chicks where you at? |
| You ain’t gotta be a diamond stack |
| We got. |
| (Love) for them baby momma strippers |
| Cuz baby dad ain’t in the picture, don’t worry we here wit cha |
| It’s all. |
| (Love) when the dro is lit |
| Everybody laughin, jokin and shit, now that’s. |
| (Love) |
| This is for my niggas who ain’t here |
| Pour the Remy out, shed light on incarcerated tears, who got. |
| (Love) |
| For the juvie’s in detention halls |
| Just, hit me collect and I’m accepting the calls, cuz that’s. |
| (Love) |
| From these Boston Mass Bandits |
| Haters can’t stand it and that’s exactly how we planned it |
| Show me. |
| (Love) |
| All my hoods get. |
| (Love) all my peoples get. |
| (Love) |
| C’mon scream. |
| (Love) Zino. |
| (Love) L. O… (Love) |
| All my niggas get. |
| (Love) all my bitches get. |
| (Love) |
| Scream. |
| (Love) L. O… (Love) Zino. |
| (Love) |
| All my family get. |
| (Love) all the world get. |
| (Love) |
| Scream. |
| (Love) holla. |
| (Love) show us love. |
| (Love) |