Where Ya Love At

Straight G, uh, know what I'm saying?
They got me locced on the West Coast
What's up westside? It's Mr. Mike
That's right, uh

Now, who got love for them ballers and them so called Gs?
Turn around, let me fix your collar y'all can mob with me
Get in, we gone with the wind like Clark Gable
It's dark, but I'm able to see 'cause Mr. is a G
I'm peepin' this nigga turnin' up his nose when I enter
Remember we all sinners, I'm no better than y'all niggas
So what makes you think that you're better than me?
I know that gang truce is useless but who gives a damn if we

Shot up the block not the cops, oh, they lovin' it
Not the government, they'd rather see us tearin' up shit
I'm bumpin' this on the creep through my hoody
And looky-looky, some rookies gettin' took for the cookies
Because they rookies, quietly roll off into the sunset
Askin' all my knockers and they jokers where your love at
I'm tryin' to put my ghetto back on the map (that's right)
Without you haters turnin' up your face before you give me dap
What's the haps?

Every now and then, I wanna ask them, where your love at? (Where is your love?)
Every now and then, I wanna ask them, where your love at? (Where is your love?)
Every now and then, I wanna ask them, where your love at? (Where is your love?)
Every now and then, I wanna ask them, where your love at? (Where is your love?)

They sent your homie to the pen back when y'all use to kick it
Kickin' up dust and stuff, he still ain't got your visit (wow)
Now you're hittin' on his lady claimin' you're checkin' on the baby
Drivin' a Mercedes, thinkin' that life is all gravy
You forgot about your homie, that nigga lonely
He wrote you letters on how y'all was down for whatever
You're glancin' at your chances of writin' back, probably never

Found yourself some new partners
And you're callin' them your knocker's
How's the weather? Changin' like you
We used to pour out brew
Now you're slangin' them thangs, hangin' with a new crew
Do you see what I see? Probably not
Take the coward up to Hobby, catch the first thin' leavin' out
'Cause homies in the hood don't play that
'Cause homies in the hood understood the real payback, they stay that
What goes around, comes around
Is now or never, better get yourself together (together)

Every now and then, I wanna ask them, where your love at? (Where is your love?)
Every now and then, I wanna ask them, where your love at? (Where is your love?)
Every now and then, I wanna ask them, where your love at? (Where is your love?)
Every now and then, I wanna ask them, where your love at? (Where is your love?)

I see this through G-ness
Sometimes I don't believe this colored skin'
Got brothers in dispute with the truth
Got to reach the youth, Alizé
And you thinkin' weed and brew got you bulletproof
I'm pullin' you into a clear view
How can his mamma stop his drama if she at the club
And comin' home late while he investigates who daddy was?
It's never love, only slaps pushes and shoves
She sadly turned her son into a thug
But What? (But What?)

Uh-huh
That's how it be, you know what I'm sayin'?
In the ghetto, everybody on the block wanna be hard
The hardest thin' about bein' hard is bein' real
Huh, you know what I'm sayin'
That's for the real
Mr. Mike '97, all the way to Heaven

Where is your love? (Where is the love?)
Where is your love? (Yeah, yeah)
Where is your love? (Your love, your love)
Where is your love? (Your love, oh, oh)
Where is your love? (A time for breakin' anchor)
Where is your love? (A time for breakin' neighbor's door)
Where is your love? (I've got no love)
Where is your love? (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh)

(Your love, your love, your love)
(Lo-Love, lo-love, ooh, oh)
(Your love, lo-love, oh, oh-oh)