Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gotta Luv It , by - Nas. Song from the album In My Ghetto, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.11.2017
Record label: Famous
Song language: English
Gotta Luv It |
| Flow when I’m set, I got the chips to make a Lotus my whip |
| Gold on my neck was once a code of respect |
| For high rollers and vets |
| Now it’s loads of baguettes |
| Prefer a Mac-10 over a Tec |
| No matter sober or wet, I smack soldier cadets |
| Trees that might eject my hype back |
| Famous phrase «Nigga, light that» |
| Hoes you fuck ask you: 'Where your ice at, dunn?' |
| It’s all about Playboys when we was young |
| Could only get tongue, then finally we could cum |
| Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's |
| Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro |
| From bottles, to seven in your hand |
| To fake Pepsi’s, to get to the crack, unscrew the can |
| Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it |
| We got it if the fiends want it |
| The whole block singing the same theme «Don it» |
| Fuck it, too many crabs in the bucket |
| If it’s ice work, I’m gon' truck it |
| You gotta love it, you gotta love it |
| (It's what they want) Fuck it, you gotta love it |
| (It's what they want, huh? It’s what they want) |
| Fuck it, you gotta love it |
| (It's what they want, huh?) Fuck it, you gotta love it |
| Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist |
| Compulsive, with malice incentives, the foulest of bitches |
| Hunger my riches, her childish wishes |
| Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes |
| Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough |
| Kicking this flow, slip and you fold |
| So when your clique roll, I let my clips go |
| Niggas on opposite poles |
| I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole |
| Inhumane, living hostile opposed |
| To living on the street, proper from my top to my toes |
| Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon niggas in Suburbans with liquor |
| Preposterous foes, finicky foul niggas |
| See niggas and blacks, there goes a loud difference |
| Coke sniffing, tapping 13-year-old chickens |
| You can’t be a kingpin when you snitching |
| Regardless, we still make you a target |
| We shoot you in jail, chrome objects |
| Hit you in your own projects, it’s street-onomics |
| This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics |
| Miserable cats, hunger paining |
| Get off your ass, stop complaining |
| My crew be in Montego Bay Macarena-ing |
| Marinating, while you home, waiting your arraignment |
| This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment |
| Now back in the hood, certain cats, they wanna kill me |
| They ice grill me, but on the low, niggas feel me |
| You gotta love it |
| Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want, huh?) |
| Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want) |
| Fuck it, you gotta love it (It's what they want, huh?) |
| (It's what they want… it's what they want) |