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Too Short

No Love from Oakland

  hip hop  rap  hip-hop  california  what yeeeaah
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Aint no love in oakland, bitchNiggas always talkin bout i love youBut aint no love, bitch[ verse 1 ]Now its a shame, I cant be saved by john the popeI gotta be a pimp or sellin dopeCause in this town, its goin onAnd brothers doin that cant live too longSo whats my option, do it or notBreak a hoe, sell a ki, just dont get caughtCause if I do, Im goin to jailOn a one-way ticket to a prison cellSo why commit the crime? dont ask meWent to school everyday, and I still cant readI count money like a champ, now ask meWhy everyday does the task force jack meThe storys been told one million timesAbout a boy growin up to a life of crimeI heard it before, you heard it tooBut now, homeboy, its just me and youYou see, people try to call us filthy trashEven though we live better and make mo cashThan they do, Im not a no-good thugStandin on the corner sellin drugsAnd just remember, this aint multiple choiceWithout a college degree you only got your voiceYou gotta talk for yours, or get nothin at allThis aint the nba, I aint havin a ballEvery day is a trip, but I aint trippinWatch my back and dont start slippinMoney wont talk, but it looks right backEverytime I dip into my stackIm buyin cars, jewelries, and mobile phonesThings I couldnt get with a high school diplomaIts alright, cause I just help myselfYou should know, cause I cant do nothin elseAnd you better watch out for the dayWhen you lock me up and throw that key awayCause Ill be back on paroleAint changed nothing, cause Im 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 dont think my storys amazinI tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it wont 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 Im still in the gameAll my life all I wanted was a few hoesIf I was pimpin or slingin at the liquor stoAint nothin but street life, fuck that schoolAll the squares up there aint even coolPlus my partners at the house sell coke all dayHit the mall like players, spendin fat-ass bankJunior high wasnt shit but a place to fightMuthafuckas wasnt learnin how to read and writeIm just walkin down the street all aloneHigh as hell, my mind is goneIm thinkin bout some brand-new shit and Im 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 cant even copeI guess Ill 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, dont cop no pleadCause in the oak aint no love, $hort"I knew right then I couldnt 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, aint no tellin what you find in my trunkGotta live like this, cause I aint no punkSo break down the dank and roll up that shitLight the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hitMy fingers all sticky from the residueDont fuck with me, I wont fuck with youCause life is only give and takeIn the town where the strong control the fakeThe wild wild west, thats the placeSuckers take a bite, and dont even tasteThe california lifestyle that I liveMack these hoes every chance I getLike a drop sl, three times blackIm a pimp, a player and I been known to mackIm 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, bitchThats the place I call homeWhere the oakland city players roamGame dont stop, listen to meEverybody fuckin with the o.p.d.Slingin cocaine, knockin it offKilled some nigga, and he never got caughtHigh-speed chases everydayCant make no money no other wayA bitch yelled "raid!", that aint trueCause you laid down, and she fucked youTwo days ago I didnt know she existedBut now baby is just one of my bitchesI dont care what you sayCause I catch bitches and straight get payYou dont care what Im sayinPunk-ass square aint got no gameHoes love me, cause Im a playerThey think maybe I just might fuck em laterI keep mackin though, I dont 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 its all an actAll Im tryin to do is keep my pockets fatWith this pimp game, and these funky beatsNow heres 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 jacks a mack, hes got several hoesOne day she beeped him to say whats upHe didnt 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 aint 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 yall, so dont even tripYou gets no love from east oakland, bitchGot sprung, even though its not legalA young black man livin like rich peopleI got this game from a hard-ass placeIts on the map, right there in your faceI see my people, all filled with joyNext day theyre killin homeboysCant say shit if you sho cant shootCause muthafuckas will smoke them bootsYou gets no love from oakland, bitchYou better try to make me rich

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