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 ya
Ain`t no love $hort (4x)
Now mickity mic down
Guns out mothafuckas
Lowin` the holes
It`s the kid from the gutter
Punks get on tapes
And they sound so real
But real niggas don`t get in court and squeal
Yeah regard all that punk ass Racia shit
Got on the stand and ran your mouth
Like a bitch, little snitch
Pooh-Man did it! Pooh-Man did it!
He made me with it!
Court is in session, $hort
And you`ve been indicted
Hoe trusta Oakland busta
And you gets no love from the gutter
See we remember when you had to have
A baserock cawy and a nice hot bath
Smokin` and chokin`, Sir Too $hort
Just thinkin` about the day before
See you never shouldn`t fuck
With the real killa
I goes deep on you dopefiend nigga
Got on the mic and called me a punk
And funk is what you want
So there it is, junk
Dirty, tired, fucked around
And get my foot off in his ass
Let`s hood ride, mob, fuck talkin` bad
No punk let`s me check myself, partner
I ain`t gonna bust ya
I rather ride up and drop ya
But the rappin` is weak shit
And I`m down with this street shit
And you aint shit but a weak bitch
The ugliest nigga in rap
Try to cap on the nigga
From the mothafuckin` hood
So when I see you it`s all good
Too $hort...
Nothin` can save ya
Aint no love, $hort (4x)
Ant Banks: read this...
I boarded to your ass last year
But you didn`t hear me dough
It`s 94 and Banks need a little more
Lips lookin` hell of luscious
Digidy down goes my zipper
Nigga, you can suck this
And you must like slurpin` dicks
Because you ridin` on $hort`s tip
Like a jockin` little bitch
Ridin` around in your too-$hort-hand-me-down
I left the Dangerous Crew
And that`s why you`re clownin` now
The bigidy Banksta ain`t no gigidy gigidy gangsta
When the truth comes out you aint shit but a pranksta
Try to hang in my hood lookin` out of place
With that blank ass look on your face:
(What should I do? What should I do?)
Now get in where you fit in, chunk
Can`t hang on the block
Cause you aint shit but a punk
So I ain`t givin` no rule
To assume you want some mothafuckin` funk
Then bring it to the crew
So bring it on if your ass wanna trip
And to this hollow-tip, bitch
Blast that ass, yes I would
Cause on the streets, nigga, it`s all good
Too $hort...
Nothin` can save ya
Ain`t no love, $hort
Beep, beep, beep
Oh, there goes my pager
And it`s your bitch, yo, I think I best to fade her
Took her to the motel parking lot
Little light skinned bitch got just a little too hot
it`s goin` down, pannies comin` off
Another tramp bitch got automatically toasted
I think you found out and got jealous
Cause I was diggin` your bitch
And runnin` back tellin` all the fellas
But you took her home
And wanted to marry the bitch
I would dig her in this, mister
And bury the bitch
Stop spendin` all your cash and fix your teeth
$hort Dog must like bein` ugly
Came at a nigga wrong
Little cavity creep walkin` around with Nikes on
Bitch ass nigga ain`t got no heart
Be ready to finish anythin` your punk ass started
Cause I did funk with the best
So when you ridin` in your lexus
Nigga, put on the vest
And stay the fuck out my hood
Cause death is a factor and it`s all good
Too $hort...
Nothin` can save ya
Ain`t no love, $hort (4x)