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Too $hort

No Love From Oakland

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Ain`t no love in Oakland, bitchNiggas always talkin bout `I love you`But ain`t no love, bitch[ VERSE 1 ]Now it`s a shame, I can`t be saved by John the PopeI gotta be a pimp or sellin dopeCause in this town, it`s goin onAnd brothers doin that can`t live too longSo what`s my option, do it or notBreak a hoe, sell a ki, just don`t get caughtCause if I do, I`m goin to jailOn a one-way ticket to a prison cellSo why commit the crime? Don`t ask meWent to school everyday, and I still can`t readI count money like a champ, now ask meWhy everyday does the task force jack meThe story`s been told one million timesAbout a boy growin up to a life of crimeI heard it before, you heard it tooBut now, homeboy, it`s just me and youYou see, people try to call us filthy trashEven though we live better and make mo` cashThan they do, I`m not a no-good thugStandin on the corner sellin drugsAnd just remember, this ain`t multiple choiceWithout a college degree you only got your voiceYou gotta talk for yours, or get nothin at allThis ain`t the NBA, I ain`t havin a ballEvery day is a trip, but I ain`t trippinWatch my back and don`t start slippinMoney won`t talk, but it looks right backEverytime I dip into my stackI`m buyin cars, jewelries, and mobile phonesThings I couldn`t get with a high school diplomaIt`s alright, cause I just help myselfYou should know, cause I can`t do nothin elseAnd you better watch out for the dayWhen you lock me up and throw that key awayCause I`ll be back on paroleAin`t changed nothing, cause I`m ready to rollI go to school now, but just to frontStill servin dopefiends what they wantCount 5 to 10, 10 to 20And I just keep on makin moneyI hope you don`t think my story`s amazinI tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won`t faze himSo many blackmen die for drugsI think back on the way life wasBefore rock cocaine started runnin thangsAnd drive-by shootings was a normal thangBefore brothers bought Benzes, used to drive Mustangs12 years later, and I`m still in the gameAll my life all I wanted was a few hoesIf I was pimpin or slingin at the liquor sto`Ain`t nothin but street life, fuck that schoolAll the squares up there ain`t even coolPlus my partners at the house sell coke all dayHit the mall like players, spendin fat-ass bankJunior high wasn`t shit but a place to fightMuthafuckas wasn`t learnin how to read and writeI`m just walkin down the street all aloneHigh as hell, my mind is goneI`m thinkin bout some brand-new shit and I`m brokeI know I be a fiend if I smoke that cokeBut if I go back to school and get educatedBe a old-ass man before I graduatedSo what should I do, I can`t even copeI guess I`ll get a sack and start slingin dopeI went to my homie, said, "Give me the sack"He disappeared quick, and he came right backHe said, "You owe me a g, I give you a weekYou fuck up my money, don`t cop no pleadCause in the Oak ain`t no love, $hort"I knew right then I couldn`t sell that cokeWhen I was young, it was hard to tellIf I grow up and be rich as hellSee, I was cool I knew all the shitBig bank on my finger tipsBut I never had a big bank, not back thenI kicked back and watched all my friendsMake big money, right in my faceAnd if you ever crossed them, they be on your caseYou go under, six feet undergroundYou gets no love from the Oaktown[ VERSE 2 ]I drive my top everyday like a movie starDrive around all night in old towed up carsAnd if you stop me, ain`t no tellin what you find in my trunkGotta live like this, cause I ain`t no punkSo break down the dank and roll up that shitLight the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hitMy fingers all sticky from the residueDon`t fuck with me, I won`t fuck with youCause life is only give and takeIn the town where the strong control the fakeThe wild wild west, that`s the placeSuckers take a bite, and don`t even tasteThe California lifestyle that I liveMack these hoes every chance I getLike a drop SL, three times blackI`m a pimp, a player and I been known to mackI`m a muthafucka, I broke your heartShe gave it all to me, and I tore it apartTalked about love right to the endBut I broke your heart and, bitch, I do it againSo young and tender, also fineTryin to get Short Dog all the timeI take what I want, you can keep the restYou gets no love from East Oakland, bitchThat`s the place I call homeWhere the Oakland City players roamGame don`t stop, listen to meEverybody fuckin with the O.P.D.Slingin cocaine, knockin it offKilled some nigga, and he never got caughtHigh-speed chases everydayCan`t make no money no other wayA bitch yelled "raid!", that ain`t trueCause you laid down, and she fucked youTwo days ago I didn`t know she existedBut now baby is just one of my bitchesI don`t care what you sayCause I catch bitches and straight get payYou don`t care what I`m sayinPunk-ass square ain`t got no gameHoes love me, cause I`m a playerThey think maybe I just might fuck em laterI keep mackin though, I don`t work for freeTo be a true hoe you gotta pay meI spend endless days and endless nightsPlottin this shit to keep my money rightI build stages in my mind, and it`s all an actAll I`m tryin to do is keep my pockets fatWith this pimp game, and these funky beatsNow here`s a little story from the Oakland streetsYou see, Tania had a boyfriend, his name was JackAlways had the bitches on their backsJack told Tania, "I love you so"But Jack`s a mack, he`s got several hoesOne day she beeped him to say what`s upHe didn`t call back, cause she was only out to fuckShe beeped Mike, cause she got madShe knew about the bitches her boyfriend hadMike called back, and he was on his wayHe just got the pussy yesterdayYou see, Mike ain`t trippin on his girlfriendFine little bitch, I think her name is LynnMike paid the bills always in cashAnd if she ever got raw, he just beat that assIt goes on y`all, so don`t even tripYou gets no love from East Oakland, bitchGot sprung, even though it`s not legalA young black man livin like rich peopleI got this game from a hard-ass placeIt`s on the map, right there in your faceI see my people, all filled with joyNext day they`re killin homeboysCan`t say shit if you sho` can`t shootCause muthafuckas will smoke them bootsYou gets no love from Oakland, bitchYou better try to make me rich

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