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pooh-man - ain't no love lyrics

artist: pooh-man
album: ain’t no love
song: ain’t no love

now $hort! i know you didn’t think that sh-t was over
you little ugly -ss n-gga!

too $hort…
nothin’ can save ya
ain’t no love, $hort (4x)

now mickity mic down
guns out, mothaf-ckas
lowin’ the holes
it’s the kid from the gutter
punks get on tapes
and they sound so real
but real n-ggas don’t get in court and squeal
yeah, regard all that punk -ss racia sh-t
got on the stand and ran your mouth
like a b-tch, 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 f-ck
with the real k!lla
i goes deep on you dopefiend n-gga
got on the mic and called me a punk
and funk is what you want

so there it is, junk
dirty, tired, f-cked around
and get my foot off in his -ss
let’s hood ride, mob, f-ck 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 sh-t
and i’m down with this street sh-t
and you ain’t sh-t but a weak b-tch
the ugliest n-gga in rap
try to cap on the n-gga
from the mothaf-ckin’ hood
so when i see you it’s all good

too $hort…
nothin’ can save ya
ain’t no love, $hort (4x)

ant banks: read this…

i boarded to your -ss last year
but you didn’t hear me dough
it’s 94 and banks need a little more
lips lookin’ h-ll of luscious
digidy down goes my zipper
n-gga, you can suck this
and you must like slurpin’ d-cks
because you ridin’ on $hort’s tip
like a jockin’ little b-tch
ridin’ around in your too-$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 ain’t sh-t but a pranksta
try to hang in my hood lookin’ out of place
with that blank -ss 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 ain’t sh-t but a punk
so i ain’t givin’ no rule
to -ssume you want some mothaf-ckin’ funk
then bring it to the crew
so bring it on if your -ss wanna trip
and to this hollow-tip, b-tch
blast that -ss, yes i would
cause on the streets, n-gga, 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 b-tch, yo, i think i best to fade her
took her to the motel parking lot
little light skinned b-tch got just a little too hot
it’s goin’ down, pannies comin’ off
another tramp b-tch got automatically toasted
i think you found out and got jealous
cause i was diggin’ your b-tch
and runnin’ back tellin’ all the fellas
but you took her home
and wanted to marry the b-tch
i would dig her in this, mister
and bury the b-tch
stop spendin’ all your cash and fix your t–th
$hort dog must like bein’ ugly
came at a n-gga wrong
little cavity creep walkin’ around with nikes on
b-tch -ss n-gga ain’t got no heart
be ready to finish anythin’ your punk -ss started
cause i did funk with the best
so when you ridin’ in your lexus
n-gga, put on the vest
and stay the f-ck 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)

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