U Gotta Love It lyrics

by

Kanye West


[Intro]
Yeah, real conversation for that ass
(It's what they want) huh
(It's what they want) what you say? Can't hear you man
(It's what they want, huh) speak the f*ck up
(It's what they want) word
(It's what they want)

[Verse 1]
Nastradamus, skama lit, know when I rep
Flow when I'm set, I got the chips to make a Lotus my whip
Gold on my neck was once a code of respect
For high rollers and vets
Now it's loads of baguettes
Prefer a MAC-10 over a TEC
No matter sober or wet, I smack soldier cadets
Trees that might eject my hype back
Famous phrase "n*gga, light that"
Hoes you f*ck ask you, "Where your ice at, dunn?"
It's all about Playboys when we was young
Could only get tongue, then finally we can c*m
Busting in hoes, guzzling 4's
Crack blitz, '86, you turn hustling pro
From bottles, to seven in your hand
To fake Pepsi's, to get to the crack, unscrew the can
Gleam blunted, seeing 100's, stacks of boy with a lean on it
We got it if the fiends want it
The whole block singing the same theme "Don it"
f*ck it, too many crabs in the bucket
If it's ice work, I'm gonna truck it
You gotta love it, you gotta love it
[Chorus]
(It's what they want) f*ck it
(It's what they want) you gotta love it
(It's what they want) f*ck it
(It's what they want) you gotta love it
(It's what they want) f*ck it
(It's what they want) you gotta love it
(It's what they want, huh)
(It's what they want) (it's what they want)

[Verse 2]
Some girls get too emotional, fanatic extremist
Compulsive, with malice incentives, the foulest of b*tches
Hunger my riches, her childish wishes
Be suspicious of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes
Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough
Kicking this flow, slip and you fold
So when your click roll, I let my clips go
n*ggas on opposite poles
I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole
Inhumane, living hostile opposed
To living on the street, proper from my top to my toes
Aeropostale my clothes, Vernon n*ggas in suburbans with liquor
Preposterous foes, finicky foul n*ggas
See n*ggas and blacks, there goes a loud difference
Coke sniffing, tapping 13 year old chickens
You can't be a kingpin when you snitching
Regardless, we still make you a target
We shoot you in jail, chrome objects
Hit you in your own projects, it's street-onomics
This rhyme is edited, credited through ebonics
Miserable cats, hunger paining
Get off your ass, stop complaining
My crew be in Montego Bay margariting, marinating
While you home, waiting your arraignment
This thug life you claimed it, I make millions from entertainment
Now back in the hood, certain cats, they wanna kill me
They ice grill me, but on the low, n*ggas feel me
You gotta love it, you gotta love it
[Chorus]
(It's what they want, huh) f*ck it
(It's what they want, huh) you gotta love it
(It's what they want) f*ck it
(It's what they want) you gotta love it
(It's what they want, huh) f*ck it
(It's what they want, huh) you gotta love it
(It's what they want)
(It's what they want)
(It's what they want, huh)
(It's what they want, huh)
(It's what they want)
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