Chords for Mr Mike - Where Ya Love At

_ _ _ Straight [Bb] G.
[Dbm] _ _
[C] _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ They got me [Cm] loc'd on the [Fm] west coast.
_ _ _ [Bb] [Dbm] What's up Westside?
[Cm] [Fm] It's Mr.
Mike.
_ [Bb] That's right. _
[Cm] [F] Now who got love for them ballers and them so-called [Bb] G's?
Turn around, [Dbm] let me fix your collar, y'all can [Cm] mob with me.
[Fm] Get in, we gone, we can win like Clark Gable.
It's dark but I'm able [Cm] to see, cause Mr.
is a [Fm] G.
I'm peepin' this nigga, turnin' up his nose when I enter.
[Bb] Remember we all sinners, I'm no better [C] than y'all [Fm] niggas.
So what makes you think that you better than me?
I know that [Bb] gang truce is useless, but [Cm] who gives a damn if we?
Shout out the [F] block, not the cops, how they [Ab] lovin' it.
Not [Dbm] the government, they rather see [Cm] us tearin' [F] up shit.
I'm bumpin' this on the creep through my [Bb] hoodie.
And lookie, lookie, some rookies get [Cm] shook before they [F] cook it.
Because they rookies quietly roll off into the [Bb] sunset.
[Dbm] Askin' all my knockers and they [Cm] jockers where your [F] love at?
I'm tryin' to put my ghetto [Dbm] plaque on the map.
What else you haters turnin' up [Eb] your face before you give me [Fm] that?
What's the haps?
Every now and then I'm on a [Bb] ask them. _
[Cm] Where your [F] love at?
Every now and [C] then I'm on a ask them.
[Bb] _
[Cm] Where your love at?
Every now and then [C] I'm on a ask them.
[Db] _
[C] Where your [F] love at?
Every now and then I'm on a [Bb] ask them.
_ [Cm]
Where your love [F] at?
They sent your homie to the pen back when y'all used to kick it.
[Dbm] Kickin' up dust and stuff, you still [Eb] ain't got you [Fm] busy.
Now you hittin' on this lady, claimin' you [Ab] checkin' on the baby.
[Dbm] Drivin' a Mercedes, thinkin' that life is all [F] gravy.
You forgot about your homie?
That nigga [Bb] lonely.
He [Dbm] wrote you letters on how y'all was [Cm] down for [F] whatever.
You glancin' at your dancers, a'writin' back, probably never.
Found yourself some new [Cm] partners and you callin' them your [Fm] knockers.
How's the weather?
Changin' like you, [Bb] we used to go out brute.
Now you slingin' and thang, [Ab] hangin' with a [Fm] new crew.
Do you see what I see?
[Bb] Probably not.
Take the coward up the obby, catch the [Cm] first thing [Fm] leavin' out.
Cause homies in the hood don't play that.
[Bb] Homies in the [C] hood understood the real payback.
They [Fm] say that.
What goes around, comes around.
It's now or never.
Better get [Eb] yourself together.
[Fm] _ Every now and then I'm gonna [Bb] ask them, [Db] _
[C] where your [F] love at?
Every now and then [C] I'm gonna ask them, _ where your [Fm] love at?
_ _ _ [Db] _ _ [Bb] _
_ [Fm] _ _ [F] _ _ [Db] _ _ [Eb] _
[F] I see this through genus.
Sometimes I don't [Bb] believe this.
Colored [Dbm] skin, got brothers in [Cm] dispute with the [Fm] truth.
Gotta reach the youth, I'm seein' [Bb] you, thinkin' weed and brew.
Got you bulletproof, I'm puttin' [Cm] you into a [F] clear view.
How can this mama stop his drama if she at [Bb] the club and comin' home late while he [C] investigate who [Fm] daddy was?
It's never love, only slaps, pushes, and shoves.
She [Dbm] sadly turned her son into a [Cm] thug.
But [F] what, what, what?
That's how it [Bbm] be.
[Dbm] You know what I'm [Cm] sayin'?
[Fm] In the ghetto, _ [Bb] everybody on the block wanna be hard.
[Cm] [F] The hardest thing about being hard is being [Bb] real.
[Dbm] You know what I'm [C] sayin'?
[Fm] _ That's for the [Ab] real.
_ [Dbm] Mr.
Mike, [Fm] 97, all the way to heaven.
Where is [Bb] your [Db] love?
[Cm] Where [F] is the love?
[Bb] _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ Where is [Db] your love?
[Bb] _
_ [Cm] _ [F] Where is [Db] your love?
[C] _ [Fm] _ Where is [Bb] your love? _
[Cm] _ [F] _ Where [Bb] is your love?
[C] Where is your love?
[Cm] Where [F] is [Bb] your love? _
[C] _ [F] Where [Ab] is your love?
[C] _ [F] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ [Bb] _ _
[C] _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [Dbm] _ _
[Cm] _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ [Dbm] _ _
[C] _ [Fm] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _