Drunk Man Talkin'-Lone Star Ridaz

Drunk Man Talkin' - Lone Star Ridaz (feat. Russell Lee, South Park Mexican) "Ain't no love" "Ain't no love" [1st Verse] Why the f**k 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 f**k off that maricon It's the SPM, see more p**sy 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 b**ch over the balcony I promise not to do no stupid sh*t 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 f**kin' kind I know you happy that I ain't sellin' d**e 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 sh*t 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 b**ch 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 F**k money, cuz it ain't sh*t 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 f**kin' Wet Back on T.V. Like ABC, or NBC, or CBS, or f**kin' 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 ni**a [Russell Lee] No love... No love... "Ain't no love" [SPM] I'm just a drunk man talkin' [Russell Lee] "Ain't no love" Ain't no love... 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"