Текст песни Pooh-Man - Ain`t No Love
Pooh-Man - Ain`t No Love слова песни
Now $hort! I know you didn`t think that shit was over, you little ugly ass nigga!Too $hort...Nothin` can save yaAin’t no love, $hort (4x)Now mickity mic downGuns out, mothafuckasLowin` the holes It`s the kid from the gutterPunks get on tapes And they sound so realBut real niggas don`t get in court and squealYeah, regard all that punk ass Racia shitGot on the stand and ran your mouthLike a bitch, little snitchPooh-Man did it! Pooh-Man did it!He made me with it!Court is in session, $hort And you`ve been indictedHoe trusta Oakland busta And you gets no love from the gutterSee we remember when you had to have A baserock cawy and a nice hot bathSmokin` and chokin`, Sir Too $hortJust thinkin` about the day beforeSee you never shouldn`t fuckWith the real killaI goes deep on you dopefiend niggaGot on the mic and called me a punkAnd funk is what you wantSo there it is, junkDirty, tired, fucked aroundAnd get my foot off in his assLet`s hood ride, mob, fuck talkin` badNo punk let’s me check myself, partnerI ain`t gonna bust yaI rather ride up and drop yaBut the rappin` is weak shitAnd I`m down with this street shitAnd you aint shit but a weak bitchThe ugliest nigga in rapTry to cap on the niggaFrom the mothafuckin` hoodSo when I see you it`s all goodToo $hort...Nothin` can save yaAint no love, $hort (4x)Ant Banks: read this...I boarded to your ass last yearBut you didn`t hear me doughIt`s 94 and Banks need a little moreLips lookin` hell of lusciousDigidy down goes my zipperNigga, you can suck thisAnd you must like slurpin` dicksBecause you ridin` on $hort`s tipLike a jockin` little bitchRidin` around in your too-$hort-hand-me-downI left the Dangerous CrewAnd that`s why you`re clownin` nowThe bigidy Banksta ain’t no gigidy gigidy gangstaWhen the truth comes out you aint shit but a prankstaTry to hang in my hood lookin` out of placeWith that blank ass look on your face:(What should I do? What should I do?)Now get in where you fit in, chunkCan’t hang on the blockCause you aint shit but a punkSo I ain’t givin` no ruleTo assume you want some mothafuckin` funkThen bring it to the crewSo bring it on if your ass wanna tripAnd to this hollow-tip, bitchBlast that ass, yes I wouldCause on the streets, nigga, it`s all goodToo $hort...Nothin` can save yaAin’t no love, $hortBeep, beep, beepOh, there goes my pagerAnd it`s your bitch, yo, I think I best to fade herTook her to the motel parking lotLittle light skinned bitch got just a little too hotit`s goin` down, pannies comin` offAnother tramp bitch got automatically toastedI think you found out and got jealousCause I was diggin` your bitchAnd runnin` back tellin` all the fellasBut you took her homeAnd wanted to marry the bitchI would dig her in this, misterAnd bury the bitchStop spendin` all your cash and fix your teeth$hort Dog must like bein` uglyCame at a nigga wrongLittle cavity creep walkin` around with Nikes onBitch ass nigga ain’t got no heartBe ready to finish anythin` your punk ass startedCause I did funk with the bestSo when you ridin` in your lexusNigga, put on the vestAnd stay the fuck out my hood Cause death is a factor and it`s all goodToo $hort...Nothin` can save yaAin’t no love, $hort (4x)