Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Love , by - Roots Manuva. Song from the album Too Cold, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.03.2005
Record label: Big Dada
Song language: English
No Love |
| We’re gonna do it like |
| We’re gonna do it like we’re supposed to do it |
| Don’t nobody got no love Smith |
| There ain’t no peace there ain’t no justice |
| And it seems like much over muchness |
| But right now I really couldn’t care much less |
| I’m the lost, the found, |
| The good penny, the bad pound, |
| Getting me down? |
| That’s the reason for me dancin' |
| I shake my tush to the pictures and the music |
| Immune to the decadence, I found some meaning |
| Place I’ve been in, slapping the demons, |
| Cleansin’the evens, lies enter St. Stephen’s |
| Rhyme with no reason, son of the 5th season |
| Soon as I’m on the case, soon as I’m leaving, |
| I was an outlaw, long-time looney |
| Black jaws crooning, moody in the midnight |
| 15 tablets, check my prescription |
| I seen these shrinks and they say I’m to pristine |
| I said I’m too sta-quo with a government health risk |
| See my Trojan with the luminous piss |
| Wayward son of a Johnson, no Charlie, no Bronson |
| Steady we on some, lookin’to lump sum, |
| Pull up a gumption, thanks for your function |
| There ain’t no assumption |
| She said me no son, please bring the lotion |
| For good body touching with the good body motion |
| Bitter or habitual |
| Flinging my bling-bling, this my inkling, |
| to walk with the in-thing |
| Outernational ghetto hoo-rah |
| Big time passion, splash the hoopla |
| Cigars on push bikes, first-class flights |
| First-class trains, people look at me strange |
| They don’t know my name but they know my pain |
| Cause I’m the dude in the corner getting steadily caned |
| As the Hip-hop Holy Ghost touches my spirit |
| I’m spiritually uplifted, that’s what the spirit did |
| And now I’m known and I’m prone to the feeling of having a butt-fuck if I still |
| wanna go steal it |
| Rap life, you shoulda taught me better |
| From the very first day when I very first met ya |
| I seen the trends, the fads and the phases, |
| The ho ho’s, the poor- it’s abused walk to the stages |
| The sound of fear made me feel more conscious |
| Tuned up my mind to the system designed, but |
| Those were the days, the era of «yester» |
| Now the whole scene’s progressed to pimps and OG’s |
| Now I’m the fogey kickin the bogey, |
| With nothing in between and no place for me |
| Yes I’ll take to the trends and split the cliches |
| I’m a pimpernel man, UVA, |
| Defender of the sofa and so DK |
| Cause no… |