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Gotta Lotta Love Lyrics

from Home Invasion

"Gotta Lotta Love" is track #4 on the album Home Invasion. It was written by Tracy Marrow, D. Donald.
"Gotta Lotta Love" is track #4 on the album Home Invasion. It was written by Tracy Marrow, D. Donald.

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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 60's
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 'cuz I gotta lotta love
Gotta lotta love

I got a lotta love 'cuz 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 'cuz I gotta lotta love

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 'cuz I gotta lotta love
Got a lotta love

G A T E S, I hope you wear a vest
Even after you're out the fuckin' office
'Cuz 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 'cuz I gotta lotta love
Gotta 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.
You know I'm sayin'? It's basically goin' down
Peace to all the Crips and the Bloods
Van Ness Boys, Hoovers, Rollin 60's, 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 'cuz I gotta lotta love
You know what I'm sayin'? Hope the truce never ends
You know I'm sayin'? We can do this


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