Do You Love Me Lyrics – The Game, Cool & Dre

Read the full Do You Love Me lyrics by The Game and Cool & Dre from the album The Documentary III along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy The Game’s music, you can also explore 40 Nights and Geekin, two other songs by The Game.

[Intro]
Game is an underrated rapper
Very much so
Game is really good at rapping
No and, but he’s highly underrated
Again, based on (Outside s*it), we look at more of a personality or a public figure
Yo, this n!gga can really, really rap
The Game’s career is such an interesting career
I actually believe that The Game’s antics made the outlook for his legacy look bad
The Game is one of the nicest MCs if you ask me, ever

[Verse 1]

This ain’t that 50 and T.I. s*it
This ain’t that Biggie Ready To Die beforе you die s*it
This ain’t that sorry, I’m late ’cause I was gеtting high s*it
Or that n!ggas killed your brother and you n!ggas still ain’t slide s*it
This ain’t that “N!ggas in Paris,” dressed stupid thinking you fly s*it
Or that mental health, my b!tch left me, now I’m Kai s*it
This ain’t that Get Rich or none of that 2005 s*it
This that come up off that throne n!gga, that’s my s*it
This that Chris Brown flying through the sky s*it
This that DJ Khaled, show n!ggas what God did
This that treat your baby mama better than your side chick
This that Stunna Sandy, pu*sy up and down on my d!ck
This that LOX featuring Eve, ride-or-die chick
This that Method Man, that Mary J. Blige s*it
This that n!gga Daz when he produced that Pac s*it
That Sydney Sweeney titties in the movie, so I watched it

[Chorus]
Do you love me, or do you love me not?
‘Cause if you really love me, love me like I love my block
Love me like the Bloods do, love me like my mama love me
Show me love like the Crips, love me like the drama love me
Love me like Bianca love Ye
I need that love Jamie Foxx have for Ray
Give me that love Biggaveli got for French

Gave y’all four classic albums, I ain’t seen no love since

[Post-Chorus]
Do you love me?
N!gga, what you mean do I love you?
You know I love you, I wouldn’t be fu*king with you if I didn’t
I mean really, do you love me?
What? Why you even questioning me like I’m some b!tch you just met yesterday? The fu*k?
Then tell me that you love me
You know I love you, how can I prove it to you?
You want me to come to LA? You know I will
You gotta show me that you love me
When I get there, all you gotta do is
Pick me up from the airport and I’ma show you, watch

[Verse 2]
What I gotta do, die for my flowers?
While y’all crowd around my body ’cause the coroner taking hours
Murdered in my own hood at the hands of a coward
No one man should have all that power
I love rap, but not enough to be a martyr
So fu*k rap if it’s between that and being here for my daughter
(I love you, daddy) Baby, I love you harder
It’s that patient love Blue Ivy displayed for Rumi Carter
It ain’t no love in these streets, so I stay up out them b!tches
Survived shootouts and walked out of courts without convictions
Pistol-whip, that’s what talking out your mouth’ll get you
Obituaries, that’s what chasing all that clout’ll get you
PSA from the city of Compton’s favorite son
Don’t toy around with Game ’cause he don’t play with guns
And if you smoking an opp pack, n!gga, save me one
I’m somebody op too, so I’m waiting for that day to come

[Chorus]
Do you love me, or do you love me not?
‘Cause if you really love me, love me like I love my block
Love me like the Bloods do, love me like my mama love me
Show me love like the Crips, love me like the drama love me
Love me like Bianca love Ye
I need that love Jamie Foxx have for Ray
Give me that love Biggaveli got for French
Gave y’all four classic albums, I ain’t seen no love since

[Post-Chorus]
Do you love me?
N!gga, what you mean do I love you?
You know I love you, I wouldn’t be fu*king with you if I didn’t
I mean really, do you love me?
What? Why you even questioning me like I’m some b!tch you just met yesterday? The fu*k?
Then tell me that you love me
You know I love you, how can I prove it to you?
You want me to come to LA? You know I will
You gotta show me that you love me
When I get there, all you gotta do is
Pick me up from the airport and I’ma show you, watch

[Bridge]
I definitely love you more than that b!tch
And since we done with all that, I really wanted to ask you something
If you could tell your younger self anything, what would it be?
Number one, it ain’t no love in this rap s*it
Number two, let the people tell you it’s classic
Number three, it’s either music or the streets
‘Cause if you try to mix both, s*it get deep, six feet
Rule number four, before you go on tour
Make sure you bring some n!ggas that’s always ready for war
Number five, try to stay the fu*k alive
‘Cause you can’t fu*k no hoes or drive your Maybach through the sky
Number six, be careful, you don’t really know that b!tch
These hoes be out for blood, will have you tied up by some Crips
Number seven, never leave the crib without your weapon
N!ggas’ll run up on your car and now you’re gone in sixty seconds
Number eight, you can’t stay in the hood forever
Get your family out that motherfu*ker, better now than never
Number nine, keep the 9 ’cause s*it get ugly
Number ten, life’s a b!tch, but she mine and she love me

[Outro]
I wanna love you, for real
But you gotta let me love you the way that I wanna love you
So you love me?
Yeah, I love you
You know why, silly?
‘Cause I like the way you love me
Then show ’em how to love me
If they haven’t loved you after all this time, do you even want that kind of love? No
So fu*k them, love me