One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one

 When G dog the hog come up in the place
 There's dollar signs in your eyez
 And a smile in your face
 You wanna live phat off of my sack
 You got more drag than a low lo tho, cut the act
 Cause back before '92 and '93
 You didn't give a damn about Warren G
 But now that I'm slangin' platinum LP's
 All of a sudden you want my N.U.Ts
 Ain't nothin' you can do to make it stop
 Cause money makes the world go 'round
 And the panties drop
 I ain't in love though (I ain't in love tho)
 I don't need the pressure
 I just wanna do ya
 Like I'm diggin' for treasure
 Some of ya'll had a good thing, that you couldn't keep
 Thought you was TLC, You had to creep (You had to creep)
 You say you had love
 I say you need to quit it
 It's all about the dough
 So what's Warren got to do with it

 (Chorus)
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one

 Now I'm the type of brother that's down for mines
 Before I made beats, I was down to crime
 Back then every single homie had my back
 Now they're peepin' my stack
 And they're talking 'bout jack
 But I'm the same brotha
 Day in and day out
 And i'ma stay that way
 Until the day i lay out
 In a casket, its drastic
 Cause homies is plastic
 Brake 'em off some bread
 they want the whole damn basket
 If you's a true homie
 you would wish me well
 Not plot to make a homey fell
 Jealous as hell
 We used to get the same riches
 Now your trigger finger got the itches
 Schemin' on my bitches
 Which is not a surprise
 My eyes peep game
 211's 187's It's all the same
 It's all a shame
 Homies are jackin' you for your grip
 Ain't no love involved
 Because it's all about the chips

 (Chorus)
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one love
 One love, whats love, you're lucky just to have just one

 Now for these labels tellin' fables
 Makin' them fucked up deals under the tables
 You think that you're smart
 But fool I'm the smartest
 You can't make no money
 If you can't keep an artist
 Sign the dotted line
 Put me on the shelf
 Break me off some crumbs
 Keep the rest for yourself
 I know how it goes
 Treat Warren like a hoe
 Fly cars, Gold, clothes, but no dough
 Since it's all business, I'ma handle mine
 Keep track of my stack down to the very last dime
 Cause in this rap game
 It's all about the buck
 You bend over for tha label
 And you will get bucked
 Like how you run up in a skirt
 And then your through
 The record label do the same thang to you