Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothin But Love, artist - Lil Keke. Album song Birds Fly South, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.03.2003
Record label: Avarice
Song language: English
Nothin But Love |
| Coming straight from the heart, cause I got nothing but love |
| Man it really hurt, cause we done lost another thug |
| Coming straight from the heart, cause I got nothing but love |
| Man it really hurt, cause we done lost another thug |
| Would you ride for your dog, would you die for your dog |
| Staying side by side, prepare to lose it all |
| Would you ride for your dog, would you die for your dog |
| Staying side by side, prepare to lose it all |
| I’m living life on the run, this is hot pursuit |
| Nigga lying homies dying, better strap on your boots |
| I’m the Young Don, you know I do what I do |
| One of the first ones in the click, since the year 9−2 |
| Now me and Screw, the click you know we started that |
| It was a three headed monster, with my boy Fat Pat |
| We was the thoedest, the coldest on this side of town |
| And all them rookies speaking up, you know they had to bow down |
| We was profiling freestyling, buck wilding |
| Making money, had a playa smiling |
| Keeping it crunk bringing the funk, popping the trunk |
| Smoking the skunk, a playa don’t front |
| 'Fore I lay down to sleep, you know I got’s to pray |
| Cause this life ain’t been the same, since we lost P-A |
| Sometimes I pick it up, just to make a call |
| Cause my right hand to God, man I miss my dog uh |
| We was swanging swoop, in a brand new coupe |
| This Commission Music Group, we hotter than chicken soup |
| Would you kill for your homie, would you steal for your homie |
| Be ready to bust a shot, when they try to run up on me |
| Would you ride for a thug, would you die for a thug |
| Be ready to pump a slug, would you see a nigga blood |
| H-Town to Oakland, the highway smoking |
| Puffing on some’ing green, that’ll bust your chest open |
| Or trip in the zone, for my homies that’s gone |
| DJ Screw you the king baby, sit on that throne |
| Mafio Big Steve, don’t worry I got it rocking |
| Just for P-A-T, I’ma keep a top dropping |
| Long live the name, forever in the game |
| Letting you boys know, until you feel my pain |
| Southside for life, baby a playa got pride |
| East to West Coast, real dogs gon' ride |
| Pressure bust the pipes, so that’s what I like |
| Had to master the game, like it’s riding a bike |
| I lost some people man, you know this world is a trip |
| It got me paranoid, riding with a Glock and a clip |
| I know a lot of people saying, you the last one left |
| That’s why I’m studio bound, keeping some’ing on the shelf |
| I mash on the gas, with no time to play |
| Me Pokey and Corleone, plus the H-A-W-K |
| Tell Poetic just don’t sweat it, I’ma drop him a hit |
| Do it straight from the heart, because I love the click |
| I got the heart of a hustler, the mind of a G |
| Dedicating this song, to Screw and P-A-T |
| I’ma hold it down, until I make it that way |
| On the last 16, with so much to say |
| No giving up, this is life on the run |
| All respect due, from Lil' Keke the Don what |