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   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