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Ice-t - Gotta Lotta Love



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[ VERSE 1 ]
  Woke up the other mornin, I heard a rumor
  They said the gang wars was over
  I told em they was bullshittin, they said it's real as hell
  Can't explain the way I felt
  Too many years I seen my brothers die
  And I can't say that shit was really that fly
  But I used to gangbang when I was younger
  So it's really hard to tell a kid that he's goin under
  I never thought I lived to see us chill
  Crips and Bloods holdin hands, the shit is ill
  But I love it, I can't help it
  Too much death on the streets, and we dealt it
  Van Ness Boys, The Hoovers, The 60s
  Bounty Hunters, 8-Treys, all coolin out, gee
  I pray the shit'll never stop
  You used to see the wrong colors, and the gats went pop-pop
  But now the kids got a chance to live
  And the O.G.'s got something to give
  That's love, black on black, that's how they made it
  And if any busters flip, they get faded
  L.A. is where I'm speakin of
  Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love
  
  [ VERSE 2 ]
  I got a lotta love, cause you're all my brothers
  Red or blue, black's the color
  We got a chance, so we can really sweat the real fools
  Show those muthafuckas the real tools
  Check the enemy, it ain't the family
  Not 1-11, try L.A.P.D.
  They gotta understand, they beat on a blackman
  There's gonna be drama, know what I'm sayin?
  And if we flip, let's all flip together
  Cause I'm prepared, kid, for rough weather
  And we gotta realize, the boys on the east side
  You call em S-A's, I call em allies
  Because the day that we all unite
  Watch the pigs get real polite
  Punk muthafuckas gotta learn quick
  That we ain't takin no more shit
  L.A. is where I'm speakin of
  Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love
  
  [ VERSE 3 ]
  Crenshaw Boulevard, Sunday afternoon
  Folks sittin on things, mad systems boom
  The girls are lookin better
  The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever
  At Venice by the ocean
  Rag-top Trey hits the three-wheel motion
  There's gangsters all around
  Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown
  I pray L.A. can stay this way
  It's the first summer I can really say
  I felt cool, we all chilled
  Went to the park, and nobody got killed
  Now if you got a problem, it's man on man
  You don't need a gang to solve em
  I seen the greatest thing I seen in my life
  Two brothers in a straight up fist fight
  Nobody pulled a gat, nobody jumped in
  Nobody pulled a knife, nobody got done in
  L.A. is where I'm speakin of
  Peace to my city, cause I got a lotta love
  
  [ VERSE 4 ]
  G-a-t-e-s, I hope you wear a vest
  Even after you're out the fuckin office
  Cause we're on a totally different tip
  Fuck that pig brutality shit
  This unity is gettin to me
  Every brother on the street is my homie
  I'm rollin through a hood that I never been
  And every brother steps to me as a friend
  I love it, I love it
  And nothin in my life will ever be above it
  We wanna see our kids all grown up
  We're tired of seein our hoods get blown up
  L.A. is a great place
  Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace
  But gangbanging was killin it quick
  Another child got hit - bullshit
  Pop-pop-pop, 10 on a weekend
  We was goin off to deep end
  But now we got a chance, my friend
  To mend, and make the colors blend
  Let's all go out on a picnic, kick shit
  And squash all the static
  Last year I lost about five homies
  This shit is real to me
  L.A. is where I'm speakin of
  Peace to all the gangsters, cause I got a lotta love
  
  Yo
  This is goin out to all the gangbangers
  All over South Central
  Watts
  Inglewood
  All over L.A., basically
  East L.A.
  Youknowmsayin?
  It's basically goin down
  Peace to all the Crips and the Bloods
  Van Ness Boys
  Hoovers
  Rollin 60s
  83's
  Bounty Hunters
  Yeah
  And the Jungle
  This is goin out to all the brothers over there in Watts
  You know what I'm sayin?
  Throwin it up
  Grape Street
  Nutty Blocc
  Front Hood
  And all them niggas out there in Compton
  Rollin 30s
  Harlem
  Ah yeah
  Pueblos
  Nickerson G's
  Peace
  Inglewood Family
  18th Street
  South Loc
  And all the S-A homeboys
  All the different sets
  Every set, Crip, Blood
  What doesn't matter to me
  Cause I gotta love
  You know what I'm sayin?
  Hope the truce never ends
  Youknowsayin?
  We can do this
  




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