Текст песни Paris f Kam - Ain`t No Love
Paris f Kam - Ain`t No Love слова песни
Yeah, this is another story of famous dogsWhere the dog that don`t keep it real is a bitchThese are rappin` dogs, soldier dogsHarmonic dogsHouse dogs, street dogsDogs of the world unite..(Paris)Bye, bye shitty luck, skinny ducatsHigh side, many bucks, titty fuckin`Smash on these Corleones, snatchin` fettiWestside niggas roam, but y`all ain`t readyEvery city, every borough, every townEvery ghetto comin` through, we touchin` downWhen I spit they all scatter, battle cryWorldwide, it don`t matter - who wanna ride?Return of the street pros, kill our foesExpose what you need to know, Guerrilla flowsStill on that same shit, same timeStill from that same clique, same sideReal niggas ain`t impressed by the stories they bringWhen it`s all said and done y`all remember my nameFuck a Corleone, nigga, we grown, now what you sayin`?It`s all about the chedda but beware what you claimin`(Kam)Y`all niggas really wanna see us dead, huh? We too militantAlways on that pro-black crackajack killin` shitI picked up a few cuts, scrapes and raw abrasionsCollectin` my cheese and checkin` these caucasians`Cause when you killin` niggas on a record then you goin` placesBut talk about killin` these crackas, you racist, that`s whyCrackas and flies, I do despiseThe more I see these crackas, the more I like fliesLook into my eyes before I pull this trigger, I don`t know what`s worseA black cracka or a white nigga, who should I do first?I write a verse an` have `em runnin` scared, turnin` red, protestin`I just be blastin`, don`t be askin` no questions, holmes`Till the smoke clear, `cause folks here knowThe difference between a G and some HollywierdoWhat you in fear fo`? Your life or your money?All these coward-ass fake thugs, a/k/a/ Bugs Bunnies(Break)Livin` and strivin` and diggin` the skin he`s in (8x)(Paris)So I fiend for the days when the funk was king`Fore these pop sluts shitted on my video screen`Fore these Bow Wow Wow Yippee Yos and hoesBefore niggas street clothes turned to platinum and goldBefore videos made `em all fantasy macks`Fore blingin` we was singin` what it mean to be blackNow these bitchy bitchy boy bands causin` a fussAnd every nigga rappin` thinkin` thuggin` is usI`m bustin` pro-black, comin` with rough raps, I catch theseHollywood shuffles by they motherfuckin` rufflesAnd rough `em up, see, and fuck them tricks`Comin` phony, all them cowards know is blingin` and KrisBut this poolside fantasy lovin`-ass wannabeRecord label Superfly nigga, eat shit and dieState-of-mind mentality is blind to meSee I`d die `fore I live on my knees, believe..(Break)You know it ain`t no love, no love for theseYou know it ain`t no love, no love for theseYou know it ain`t no love, no love for theseDon`t you know it ain`t no...(repeat `till fade)