Ain't No Love Lyrics - Singles - Pooh-man

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)