tellin you ain't no love Ain't no love, I'm tellin you ain't no love in this game No, no, ain't no love, I'm tellin you ain't no love Ain't no love in
Traduction: Spice 1. N'est-ce pas No Love.
you ain't no love Ain't no love, I'm tellin you ain't no love in this game No, no, ain't no love, I'm tellin you ain't no love Ain't no love in this
on it Sugar don't be shy Scoop me up a mess Of that chocolate swirl Don't be stingy, I'm a growing girl 1 offer big love With no apology How
I don't care about nothing but my daddy my granny, my bitch and my babies Everything else, is expendable Find out that fake niggaz, ain't dependable I don't
to me with the drama that I can't deal with I think they out to get me but I can't let em, just like Pac and Spice 1 The jealous got me strapped, so
thought ran across my crazy-ass mind The real Marquis ain't doin' no time I looked in his face, he looked like shit Siss-ass nigga ain't nothin' but
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it. Roll up and get swoll up. Hold up. How ya gonna play me like a sunkin dunkin donut? I ain't came a long way
(feat. Spice 1) [Verse 1: 2Pac] It seems I can't turn back I'm walkin round strapped can't sleep, My enemies want me gat Call my mama and they scream
X3 'Cause ain't a nigga alive that can stop the hit [Spice1] Hey, hold on young 'Pac Motherfuckers ain't riding no hookers out here Punk motherfuckers think the town Ain't
love You Cita Member when your pussy Second husband tried to beat ya Remember when I went into the kitchen got the cleever He ain't give a f**k I ain'
but he ain't learnin Nigga you couldn't burn with me acid or in a fiery pit, you couldn't burn Me in a volcano where lava is spit, you couldn't burn
ragarded [Verse 2] If the shit ain't funny den I can't grin And if it don't make money it don't make sense If you really ain't bout nothing You better
ain't doin' no time A thought ran across my crazy-ass mind I looked in his face, he looked like shit Siss-ass nigga ain't nothin' but a bitch! (Bring
(5 on it) We creepin' in too, baby We got five on that thing, man We got, uh, Dru Down We got the Luniz (Shock G) Yeah, Richie Rich, E-40, Spice 1 You
comes to the sticky I'm the man Crush nasty I be hittin the J so hard I earl Fall on the floor fittin to have a stroke T H C ain't no joke I got five
