(Pooh-Man)
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Yeah lets make this kind of mellow
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Ant slow it up for me
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We going to do this kind of cool
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[Verse 1]
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Always on a mellow man
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Kicking rhymes that last
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Grab the microphone and I clock straight cash
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A hustler making payments
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The game of live or die is all that I ever played
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Be hella hard
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Now I am stacking my mail
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The boy from the ghetto straight tipping the scales
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Said I would never make it now look at me now
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From state to state and town to town
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They keep yelling out the name "MC Pooh-Man"
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Look at your women she is screaming it too
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Never faking the funk
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Giving my fans what they want
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If Ant say it slams
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They he makes it bump
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Fools try and hang play around and get hung
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It's only '91 man I just began
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So you get mad I understand
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It's something cool from Eastside's Mellow Man
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[Verse 2]
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I used to be one of them
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And girls got mad
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Should of shot them cause now there talking bad
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Girls like Miesha with her young girl games
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It's '91 and I am fronting all names
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Did not want to give you action until you hear my tape
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Yelling that love crap, girl your fake
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She gets naked for me
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You play the role of a freak
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Dogging there is a game that I can't be beat
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Women on my tip for the name of the fame
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I give them nothing but that Oaktown game
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Some of ya are pregnant, and I gotta let them know
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Pooh clams nothing gotta go gotta go
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Call me a dogg
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I thought but I'm on mine
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Pockets full of 20's and strapped with a nine
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So run up brothers and feel if that you can
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But you will get hit by Eastside's Mellow Man
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[Verse 3]
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Now I am back on the streets
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Plotting for richs
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Brothers keep talking man but I ain't trippin
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I talk bad about women
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Only out for the vogues
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I seen deader on Sam Pablo
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Sluts like Alisha don't know where to turn
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Pooh's like fire baby play and get burned
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Ain't ??? that this game that I spit
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One step wrong and I dismiss the trick
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I remember the girls that moved way too fast
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We get in the truck and she expects cash
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The money is mine, so is the house
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Drop my keys on the table baby get the hell out
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I ain't trippin on women
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Play them like pony's
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Ride them one day then pass them to my homie
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It goes like this cuz it's straight from the land
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It's something funky from Eastside's Mellow Man
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Mellow Man
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| Pooh-Man |
