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Pooh Man( Pooh-Man )
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Mellow Man
Lyricist:Anthony Banks, M. Carroll, Lawrence Thomas
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
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