"Love It or Hate It" lyrics
The Game, Snoop Dogg & Cool & Dre Lyrics
I guess you wonder where I've been
I searched to find the love within
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can't let go
Yes, sir
It's been a minute
With my nigga, we still in it
And we in it to win it
(I know you're gonna dig this)
Comin' up, I broke the rules for these diamonds and pearls
Then put this blue rag everywhere around the world
Daddy in the street, so his son follow suit
It's a dog-eat-dog world, so my mama named me Snoop
So you see why I ain't nothin' but a G-thang, Loc
When you in it this long, you start to see things, Loc
Little homie from Compton, Long Beach, same boat
Ain't a duo in this motherfucker we can't smoke (Yeah)
Murder was the case, not guilty was the verdict
S-N-Double-O-P, no matter how you word it
Gang the dogg, you should've wrote it when you heard it
My mama would tell you Snoop Dogg ain't perfect
But he do what he say he do
Put that blue in that Mercedes coupe
Rollin' 20s, nigga, that's who I'm related to
I spent my whole life Crippin' and I made it through then gave it all to Baby Boo
What you won't do, do for love
You've tried everything, but you won't give up
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can't let go
Bring it back to what it was
And tell me if you still got love for a thug
If you lit, throw a dub, if you strip in the club
If you rich out the mud, if you Crip or a Blood?
Do you mind if I crash out? Ride with the dash out
Hit a switch with the ass out, flick an ash out
Stop by the stash house where I served fiends with my right hand to God, left arm in a sling
When them shots rang out and I met that nigga from Queens
When the Doc came out I brought my city a ring
Then Dot came out, "Lil' homie, go do your thing"
'Cause my Glock laid out for everything in between
Told Pooh in '95 and told him the night he died
Nigga, this for Rob and my Air Max 95s
Twenty years since I saved the Westside
And I'm a be the underdog 'til I die
What you won't do, do for love
You've tried everything, but you won't give up
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can't let go
It's the West for the win
Put them rags in the wind
You know them real niggas at it again
We in the low, low on the rims
Top down and my chains—
Enough of the Dogg, I'm givin' you game
One, two, three and to the four
It ain't no Game and Snoop without Dr. Dre, Loc
My hand on my 9, I made my entrance with my rag untucked
So big homie, let me rip shit up
Give me the microphone first so I can rock it like Cube did
And before me slip in the clip, I gotta tell you what the truth is
This for Makaveli, I gotta do it for Nip
I did it for Cider Block, this Long Beach Crip
Where you from? Eastside
But you know it's still Westside
Rag on the right, Cuh, mine on the left side
Dot on your head for the shit that we don't let slide
Shit, get any deeper, then we in that GNX like
I guess you wonder where I've been
I searched to find the love within
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can't let go
I searched to find the love within
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can't let go
Yes, sir
It's been a minute
With my nigga, we still in it
And we in it to win it
(I know you're gonna dig this)
Comin' up, I broke the rules for these diamonds and pearls
Then put this blue rag everywhere around the world
Daddy in the street, so his son follow suit
It's a dog-eat-dog world, so my mama named me Snoop
So you see why I ain't nothin' but a G-thang, Loc
When you in it this long, you start to see things, Loc
Little homie from Compton, Long Beach, same boat
Ain't a duo in this motherfucker we can't smoke (Yeah)
Murder was the case, not guilty was the verdict
S-N-Double-O-P, no matter how you word it
Gang the dogg, you should've wrote it when you heard it
My mama would tell you Snoop Dogg ain't perfect
But he do what he say he do
Put that blue in that Mercedes coupe
Rollin' 20s, nigga, that's who I'm related to
I spent my whole life Crippin' and I made it through then gave it all to Baby Boo
What you won't do, do for love
You've tried everything, but you won't give up
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can't let go
Bring it back to what it was
And tell me if you still got love for a thug
If you lit, throw a dub, if you strip in the club
If you rich out the mud, if you Crip or a Blood?
Do you mind if I crash out? Ride with the dash out
Hit a switch with the ass out, flick an ash out
Stop by the stash house where I served fiends with my right hand to God, left arm in a sling
When them shots rang out and I met that nigga from Queens
When the Doc came out I brought my city a ring
Then Dot came out, "Lil' homie, go do your thing"
'Cause my Glock laid out for everything in between
Told Pooh in '95 and told him the night he died
Nigga, this for Rob and my Air Max 95s
Twenty years since I saved the Westside
And I'm a be the underdog 'til I die
What you won't do, do for love
You've tried everything, but you won't give up
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can't let go
It's the West for the win
Put them rags in the wind
You know them real niggas at it again
We in the low, low on the rims
Top down and my chains—
Enough of the Dogg, I'm givin' you game
One, two, three and to the four
It ain't no Game and Snoop without Dr. Dre, Loc
My hand on my 9, I made my entrance with my rag untucked
So big homie, let me rip shit up
Give me the microphone first so I can rock it like Cube did
And before me slip in the clip, I gotta tell you what the truth is
This for Makaveli, I gotta do it for Nip
I did it for Cider Block, this Long Beach Crip
Where you from? Eastside
But you know it's still Westside
Rag on the right, Cuh, mine on the left side
Dot on your head for the shit that we don't let slide
Shit, get any deeper, then we in that GNX like
I guess you wonder where I've been
I searched to find the love within
I came back to let you know
Got a thing for you and I can't let go
