Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gotta Lotta Love (Tubular Bells Dub), artist - Ice T. Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gotta Lotta Love (Tubular Bells Dub) |
| Woke up the other mornin, I heard a rumor |
| They said the gang wars was over |
| I told em they was bullshittin, they said it’s real as hell |
| Can’t explain the way I felt |
| Too many years I seen my brothers die |
| And I can’t say that shit was really that fly |
| But I used to gangbang when I was younger |
| So it’s really hard to tell a kid that he’s goin under |
| I never thought I lived to see us chill |
| Crips and Bloods holdin hands, the shit is ill |
| But I love it, I can’t help it |
| Too much death on the streets, and we dealt it |
| Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The 60s |
| Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin out, gee |
| I pray the shit’ll never stop |
| You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop |
| But now the kids got a chance to live |
| And the O.G.'s got something to give |
| That’s love, black on black, that’s how they made it |
| And if any busters flip, they get faded |
| L.A. is where I’m speakin of |
| Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love |
| I got a lotta love, cause you’re all my brothers |
| Red or blue, black’s the color |
| We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real fools |
| Show those muthafuckas the real tools |
| Check the enemy, it ain’t the family |
| Not 1−11, try L.A.P.D |
| They gotta understand, they beat on a blackman |
| There’s gonna be drama, know what I’m sayin? |
| And if we flip, let’s all flip together |
| Cause I’m prepared, kid, for rough weather |
| And we gotta realize, the boys on the east side |
| You call em Eses, I call em allies |
| Because the day that we all unite |
| Watch the pigs get real polite |
| Punk muthafuckas gotta learn quick |
| That we ain’t takin no more shit |
| L.A. is where I’m speakin of |
| Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love |
| Crenshaw Boulevard, Sunday afternoon |
| Folks sittin on things, mad systems boom |
| The girls are lookin better |
| The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever |
| At Venice by the ocean |
| Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion |
| There’s gangsters all around |
| Still crazy sets, but you just don’t clown |
| I pray L.A. can stay this way |
| It’s the first summer I can really say |
| I felt cool, we all chilled |
| Went to the park, and nobody got killed |
| Now if you got a problem, it’s man on man |
| You don’t need a gang to solve em |
| I seen the greatest thing I seen in my life |
| Two brothers in a straight up fist fight |
| Nobody pulled a gat, nobody jumped in |
| Nobody pulled a knife, nobody got done in |
| L.A. is where I’m speakin of |
| Peace to my city, cause I got a lotta love |
| G-a-t-e-s, I hope you wear a vest |
| Even after you’re out the fuckin office |
| Cause we’re on a totally different tip |
| Fuck that pig brutality shit |
| This unity is gettin to me |
| Every brother on the street is my homie |
| I’m rollin through a hood that I never been |
| And every brother steps to me as a friend |
| I love it, I love it |
| And nothin in my life will ever be above it |
| We wanna see our kids all grown up |
| We’re tired of seein our hoods get blown up |
| L.A. is a great place |
| Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace |
| But gangbanging was killin it quick |
| Another child got hit — bullshit |
| Pop-pop-pop, 10 on a weekend |
| We was goin off to deep end |
| But now we got a chance, my friend |
| To mend, and make the colors blend |
| Let’s all go out on a picnic, kick shit |
| And squash all the static |
| Last year I lost about five homies |
| This shit is real to me |
| L.A. is where I’m speakin of |
| Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love |
| Yo |
| This is goin out to all the gangbangers |
| All over South Central |
| Watts |
| Inglewood |
| All over L.A., basically |
| East L. A |
| Youknowmsayin? |
| It’s basically goin down |
| Peace to all the Crips and the Bloods |
| Van Ness Boys |
| Hoovers |
| Rollin 60s |
| Bounty Hunters |
| Yeah |
| And the Jungle |
| This is goin out to all the brothers over there in Watts |
| You know what I’m sayin? |
| Throwin it up |
| Grape Street |
| Nutty Blocc |
| Front Hood |
| And all them niggas out there in Compton |
| Rollin 30s |
| Harlem |
| Ah yeah |
| Pueblos |
| Nickerson G’s |
| Peace |
| Inglewood Family |
| 18th Street |
| South Loc |
| And all the Ese homeboys |
| All the different sets |
| Every set, Crip, Blood |
| What doesn’t matter to me |
| Cause I gotta love |
| You know what I’m sayin? |
| Hope the truce never ends |
| Youknowsayin? |
| We can do this |