Pooh-Man - Ain't No Love lyrics

Now $hort! I know you didn't think that sh** was over, you little ugly a** n***a! Too $hort... Nothin' can save ya ain't no love, $hort (4x) Now mickity mic down Guns out, mothaf**as Lowin' the holes It's the kid from the gutter Punks get on tapes And they sound so real But real n***as don't get in court and squeal Yeah, regard all that punk a** Racia sh** Got on the stand and ran your mouth Like a b**h, 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** With the real k**a I goes deep on you dopefiend n***a Got on the mic and called me a punk And funk is what you want So there it is, junk Dirty, tired, f**ed around And get my foot off in his a** Let's hood ride, mob, f** 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** And I'm down with this street sh** And you ain't sh** but a weak b**h The ugliest n***a in rap Try to cap on the n***a From the mothaf**in' 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 a** 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 n***a, you can s** this And you must like slurpin' dicks Because you ridin' on $hort's tip Like a jockin' little b**h Ridin' around in your too-$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** but a pranksta Try to hang in my hood lookin' out of place With that blank a** 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** but a punk So I ain't givin' no rule To a**ume you want some mothaf**in' funk Then bring it to the crew So bring it on if your a** want to trip And to this hollow-tip, b**h Blast that a**, yes I would Cause on the streets, n***a, 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**h, yo, I think I best to fade her Took her to the motel parking lot Little light skinned b**h got just a little too hot it's goin' down, pannies comin' off Another tramp b**h got automatically toasted I think you found out and got jealous Cause I was diggin' your b**h And runnin' back tellin' all the fellas But you took her home And wanted to marry the b**h I would dig her in this, mister And bury the b**h Stop spendin' all your cash and fix your teeth $hort Dog must like bein' ugly Came at a n***a wrong Little cavity creep walkin' around with Nikes on b**h a** n***a ain't got no heart Be ready to finish anythin' your punk a** started Cause I did funk with the best So when you ridin' in your lexus n***a, put on the vest And stay the f** out my hood Cause d**h is a factor and it's all good Too $hort... Nothin' can save ya ain't no love, $hort (4x)