Mellow Man Lyrics - Singles - Pooh-man

Yeah, let's make this kind of mellow 

Ant, slow it up for me 

We going to do this kind of cool 

Always on a mellow man kicking rhymes that last 

Grab the microphone and I clock straight cash 

A hustler making payments 

The game of live or die is all that I ever played 

Be hella hard, now I am stacking my mail 

The boy from the ghetto straight tipping the scales 

Said I would never make it, now look at me now 

From state to state and town to town 

They keep yelling out the name, MC Pooh-Man 

Look at your women, she is screaming it too 

Never faking the funk, giving my fans what they want 

If Ant say it slams, then he makes it bump 

Fools try and hang play around and get hung 

It's only '91, man, I just began 

So you get mad I understand 

It's something cool from Eastside's Mellow Man 

I used to be one of them and girls got mad 

Should of shot them 'cause now they're talking bad 

Girls like Miesha with her young girl games 

It's '91 and I am fronting all names 

Did not want to give you action until you hear my tape 

Yelling that love crap, girl, you're fake 

She gets naked for me, you play the role of a freak 

Dogging, there is a game that I can't be beat 

Women on my tip for the name of the fame 

I give them nothing but that Oaktown game 

Some of ya are pregnant and I gotta let them know 

Pooh clams nothing gotta go, gotta go 

Call me a Dogg, I thought but I'm on mine 

Pockets full of 20's and strapped with a nine 

So run up brothers and feel if that you can 

But you will get hit by Eastside's Mellow Man 

Now I am back on the streets, plotting for richs 

Brothers keep talking, man, but I ain't trippin' 

I talk bad about women only out for the vogues 

I seen deader on Sam Pablo 

Sluts like Alisha don't know where to turn 

Pooh's like fire, baby, play and get burned 

Ain't [unverified] that this game that I spit 

One step wrong and I dismiss the trick 

I remember the girls that moved way too fast 

We get in the truck and she expects cash 

The money is mine so is the house 

Drop my keys on the table, baby, get the hell out 

I ain't trippin' on women, play them like pony's 

Ride them one day then pass them to my homie 

It goes like this 'cuz it's straight from the land 

It's something funky from Eastside's Mellow Man