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Ice-T - Gotta Lotta Love (1994) - With Song Lyrics, Video and Free MP3 Download.


  Ice-T ~ "Gotta Lotta Love"  








Year: 1994
RecordLabel: Sire 40737
ChartPosition: UK #24, R&B #117
Writtenby: Ice T and Mike Oldfield (samples)
Album: Home Invasion










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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