Wussup Wit’ the Luv (Single Version) Digital Underground (Ft. 2Pac)

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[Chorus]
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?

[Verse 1: Money B]
Now, me don't want racism, Black folks in prison, me bar
What's goin' on with the luh-uh-ove?
Boo-ya-kaw is the sound, brothers goin' down in the worst way
I got my son a gun for his birthday

[Verse 2: Clee]
Now we've had enough, everybody wants to be tough
But I give the props to brothers on my level instead of tryna be above
'Cause I see nothin' feminine about givin' your brother some love

[Bridge]
Look deeply in each other's eyes (Look in each other eyes): you know we are the ones (Know we are the ones)
Racism is a cloud (Racism is a cloud) that blocks us from the sun (That blocks us from the sun)
One brother speaks in African (One brother speaks in African), one sings Jamaican songs (One sing Jamaican song)
Both of them are Black men (Both of 'em are Black men), but they still can't get along (They still can't get along)

[Chorus]
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love?