(feat. Russell Lee, South Park Mexican)



"Ain't no love"

"Ain't no love"



[1st Verse]

Why the fuck do I wake up with a beer in my hand

and burnt finger tips from the roach that I had

It's a mad world, more cash, more worries

I got my mom's house and made it three stories

I'm tryin' to live life like I'm supposed to be, but don't

Don't stand so close to me

I'm a Lone Star Rida, I ride alone

If he test me, I fuck off that maricon

It's the SPM, see more pussy than lesbian

Still a killa from my skin to my skeleton

Jealous men, ya'll softer than gelatin

I sip medicine wit more lead than Zeppelin

I fight for the ones, that's standin' in prison

They say I got a big head, must've saw me pissin'

Here come the police, but this time they ain't knockin'

This is verse one of a drunk man talkin'



[Chorus x2]

"Ain't no love"

[Russell Lee]

In the heart of the city

[SPM]

For a drunk man talkin'

"Ain't no love"

[Russell Lee]

In the heart of the city



[womans voice]

Hey! (echoes & fades out)



[2nd Verse]

I feel happy for the happy

And sad for the sad

I'm a member of the club that never had no dad

No money, no food, I got room for dessert, mom

And by the way, the beans and rice were the bomb

So we made it mom

I'm so glad that you proud of me

Sorry, for throwing that bitch over the balcony

I promise not to do no stupid shit no more

But I've shook the hands of men that want me six below

Bein' Brown ain't easy mom, I'm losin' my mind

The only niggas I got beef wit is my own fuckin' kind

I know you happy that I ain't sellin' dope no more

And that these crackheads ain't knockin' at our door no more

And that I don't walk around with a gun no more

And that the neighbors ain't talkin' bout your son no more

You showed me it's the little things that make life beautiful

Only God knows the shit that I put you through



[Chorus x2]



[3rd Verse]

I can't forget about the day, I buried my friend

I couldn't believe how quick his bitch got married again

We went from playin' freeze tag

To playin' toe tag

Throw gats

Blow hats

Old shacks

With more rats

Than a little bit

Fuck money, cuz it ain't shit

You need enough for a 40 and a cigarette

I sit here in this candy truck

With that 8 mixed wit grape and my Stanley Cup

Ain't no love and ain't no peace bro

I'm just tryin' to get my slice of the pizza

Maan, like Martin Luther King

I got a dream, I just wanna see the fuckin' Wet Back on T.V.

Like ABC, or NBC, or CBS, or fuckin' MTV

I ain't nobody special man, I'm just like you

All I do is blow big and bang Dj Screw (Dj Screw)

I love you my nigga



[Russell Lee]

No love...

No love...



"Ain't no love"



[SPM]

I'm just a drunk man talkin'



[Russell Lee]

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Ain't no love...

"Ain't no love"	Ain't no love...



[Russell Lee]

"Ain't no love"	Ain't no love...

Ain't no love...

"Ain't no love"	Ain't no love...



"Ain't no love"



"Ain't no love"