Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's All Love, artist - Ice T. Album song Gangsta Rap, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.01.2020
Record label: Final Level, Pay Up
Song language: English
It's All Love |
It’s all love when you’re doing it big |
Cop your homies new whips when they’re back from their biz («It's all love!») |
It’s all love when you way cashed out |
Every bitch wants to be your new shit, no doubt («It's all love!») |
It’s all love at the booth in the club |
Everybody is drinking champagne, giving out hugs («It's all love!») |
It’s all love, until you can’t give no more |
The same niggaz that you fed, wanna see you dead («It's all love!») |
You got money, got power, got friends |
Really got to love it cause the party don’t end |
Got the streets locked, game tight, keeping it fly |
Got that cocaine cash flow, stacking it high |
Got every kind of whip the green money can buy |
Got the crib by the lakes, steady flipping the cakes |
Got the crew that’ll roll, ain’t scared of the jakes |
Twenty five Fed indictments, them niggaz turn snakes |
Threw you in the blouse of the devil with no shovel |
Five million Dollar bail, your house is for sale |
Can’t even get a word out, from none of your whores |
They straight blocking your call, after you bought them all clothes |
Choose cards on the streets, they set the jury a done deal |
The judge gave you life and got a set for appeal |
They left you in the coldest place that a nigga can feel |
Asking yourself how you got there, you was keeping it real |
You got a big hit records, your posse is deep |
More niggaz than you know, but they’re at your show |
On stage with you, backing you up, holding you down |
Everybody is happy, giving mad pounds |
Back stage, after the show, it’s going down |
Off to the after party, other side of the town |
It’s the life start balling, baby everyday |
Next jam that you drop, don’t get no play |
Just as quick as it can, the whole thing just went |
The whole crew disappeared, no one at your events |
All the juices you had, died with your rhymes |
Every girl in your jock, impossible to sign |
So you swollawed your pride, you go out one night |
To see the hype new niggaz, that they rock the mics |
When you look on the stage, you noticed their whole crew |
Are the same motherfuckers that was there with you |
It’s all love when you’re buying new drinks |
It’s all love when your crew is on blink |
It’s all love when you’re popping the crist, got ice in your wrist |
It’s all love when your name is in the list |
It’s all love when your fame’s doing well |
It’s all love when you’re hotter than hell |
It’s all love when you’re sitting on chrome, when you’re coping new home |
It’s all love when you’re sitting on top |
It’s all love when until you happen to drop |
There is no love when you’re doing your bid |
There is no love when you’re loosing your crib |
There is no love when you ain’t got no ride, when you’re dying inside |
There is no love when you’re trying to hide |
There is no love on run from the cops |
There is no love bopping ready to drop |
And no love when your girl goes left |
There is no love when the feds get tough |
There is no love when the only person with you, is your goddamn self |
I know niggaz can feel this |
If you ever had something, and lost it |
For some friends and some funny motherfuckers man |
It’s real, check around for your friends when you’re broke |
Yeah. |
yeah. |
Ummm. |
It’s all love. |
He can’t. |
He can’t do it like we do but. |
It’s all love. |
Ummmm. |