Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't no Love, artist - Spice 1. Album song The Best of Spice 1, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.08.2015
Record label: Real Talk Entertainment
Song language: English
Ain't no Love |
Aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love |
Aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love in this game |
No, no, aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love |
Aint no love in this game |
(spice 1) |
I used to hustle street corners back in 1986 |
Slangin yayo by the dub, me and e-bay in the mix |
Only sixteen, slangin rocks on the slumber, |
Two o clock in the mornin we watchin under, |
See the coppers kept their creep on But we was ready, didnt slip or slide or sleep on The game was deadly, you could be here today and gone tomorrow |
Partner, see you gotta try to survive, the system failed us as a people |
Money is the root to evil that we possess inside our hearts and minds |
Thats why so many of my homies dyin |
Crack flooded communities will reflect the grim harsh look |
And the face of what we call reality, dead partners and clips |
Pictures and bullet shells on grave sites |
Got me thinkin about my crazed life |
What would I be, when I think that its a shame |
Cause my trigger gots no heart homie and aint no love in this game |
(chorus: joya) |
Aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love |
Aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love in this game |
No, no, aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love |
Aint no love in this game |
(spice 1) |
I watched the po-po roll on and chase my partner |
See, my homies get stole on fool, by the coppers |
See the, herion addicts and fiends walkin the city streets |
Not even wantin to care about what their children eat |
But see its dog eat dog, be a hog |
Young player maintain to keep ya brain like ya aim fool |
Gotta do what ya gotta do, roll with a crew if you got to But keep your game true, cause see them haters out there bad |
Talkin about they wanna jack a young player for all his cash |
Better watch your back in 95 on the real |
Them youngsters out there drugged out there high packing steel |
And cant nobody tell them nuthin about their life |
Cause their daddy beat their mama and their mama on the pipe |
When will the sticky situation change, like I told you before homie |
There aint no love in this game |
(chorus: joya) |
Aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love |
Aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love in this game |
No, no, aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love |
Aint no love in this game |
(spice 1) |
My homie mama almost died and had a stroke |
When we told her that her little baby boy was left in smoke |
We all shed in tears cause they did him cold |
I know if he was here, we would all be smokin like a broke stove |
Light up the blunt and crack the top off of the yak |
But all the chronic in the world cant bring my homie back |
Im missin all the times that we got drunk and fell out on the floor |
Both at the back of a squad car straight cappin on the po-po |
And thats a cryin shame, damn, there aint no love in this game (*echoes*) |
(chrous w/ variations: joya) |
Aint no love, Im tellin you aint no love |
Im tellin you aint no love in this game |
No, no, it aint no happy phase |
You know thats right to say the place |
Aint no love in this game |
It aint no happy thing |
You know theres pointin it to blame |
Aint no love in this game |
It aint no happy phase |
You know thats right seed aint the blame |
Aint no love in this game |
It aint no happy phase |
You know that seed no aint the blame |
Aint no love in this game, no… |