No Love From Oakland

Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
 Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
 But ain't no love, bitch
 Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the Pope
 I gotta be a pimp or sellin' dope
 'Cause in this town, it's goin' on
 And brothers doin that can't live too long
 So what's my option, do it or not
 Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caught
 'Cause if I do, I'm goin' to jail
 On a one-way ticket to a prison cell
 So why commit the crime? Don't ask me
 Went to school everyday, and I still can't read
 I count money like a champ, now ask me
 Why everyday does the task force jack me
 The story's been told one million times
 About a boy growin up to a life of crime
 I heard it before, you heard it too
 But now, homeboy, it's just me and you
 You see, people try to call us filthy trash
 Even though we live better and make mo' cash
 Than they do, I'm not a no-good thug
 Standin' on the corner sellin' drugs
 And just remember, this ain't multiple choice
 Without a college degree you only got your voice
 You gotta talk for yours, or get nothin at all
 This ain't the NBA, I ain't havin' a ball
 Every day is a trip, but I ain't trippin'
 Watch my back and don't start slippin'
 Money won't talk, but it looks right back
 Everytime I dip into my stack
 I'm buyin' cars, jewelries, and mobile phones
 Things I couldn't get with a high school diploma
 It's alright, 'cause I just help myself
 You should know, 'cause I can't do nothin' else
 And you better watch out for the day
 When you lock me up and throw that key away
 'Cause I'll be back on parole
 Ain't changed nothing,'cause I'm ready to roll
 I go to school now, but just to front
 Still servin' dopefiends what they want
 Count five to ten, ten to 20
 And I just keep on makin' money
 I hope you don't think my story's amazin'
 I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him
 So many blackmen die for drugs
 I think back on the way life was
 Before rock cocaine started runnin' thangs
 And drive-by shootings was a normal thang
 Before brothers bought Benzs, used to drive Mustangs
 12 years later, and I'm still in the game
 All my life all I wanted was a few hoes
 If I was pimpin' or slingin' at the liquor store
 Ain't nothin' but street life, fuck that school
 All the squares up there ain't even cool
 Plus my partners at the house sell coke all day
 Hit the mall like players, spendin' fat-ass bank
 Junior high wasn't shit but a place to fight
 Muthafuckas wasn't learnin' how to read and write
 I'm just walkin' down the street all alone
 High as hell, my mind is gone
 I'm thinkin' 'bout some brand-new shit and I'm broke
 I know I be a fiend if I smoke that coke
 But if I go back to school and get educated
 Be a old-ass man before I graduated
 So what should I do, I can't even cope
 I guess I'll get a sack and start slingin' dope
 I went to my homie, said, "Give me the sack"
 He disappeared quick, and he came right back
 He said, "You owe me a g, I give you a week
 You fuck up my money, don't cop no plead
 'Cause in the Oak ain't no love, $hort"
 I knew right then I couldn't sell that coke
 When I was young, it was hard to tell
 If I grow up and be rich as hell
 See, I was cool I knew all the shit
 Big bank on my fingertips
 But I never had a big bank, not back then
 I kicked back and watched all my friends
 Make big money, right in my face
 And if you ever crossed them, they be on your case
 You go under, six feet underground
 You gets no love from the Oaktown
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 I drive my top everyday like a movie star
 Drive around all night in old towed up cars
 And if you stop me, ain't no tellin' what you find in my trunk
 Gotta live like this, 'cause I ain't no punk
 So break down the dank and roll up that shit
 Light the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hit
 My fingers all sticky from the residue
 Don't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you
 'Cause life is only give and take
 In the town where the strong control the fake
 The wild wild west, that's the place
 Suckers take a bite, and don't even taste
 The California lifestyle that I live
 Mack these hoes every chance I get
 Like a drop SL, three times black
 I'm a pimp, a player and I been known to mack
 I'm a muthafucka, I broke your heart
 She gave it all to me, and I tore it apart
 Talked about love right to the end
 But I broke your heart and, bitch, I do it again
 So young and tender, also fine
 Tryin' to get Short Dog all the time
 I take what I want, you can keep the rest
 You gets no love from East Oakland, bitch
 That's the place I call home
 Where the Oakland City players roam
 Game don't stop, listen to me
 Everybody fuckin' with the O.P.D
 Slingin' cocaine, knockin' it off
 Killed some nigga, and he never got caught
 High-speed chases everyday
 Can't make no money no other way
 A bitch yelled "raid!", that ain't true
 'Cause you laid down, and she fucked you
 Two days ago I didn't know she existed
 But now baby is just one of my bitches
 I don't care what you say
 'Cause I catch bitches and straight get pay
 You don't care what I'm sayin'
 Punk-ass square ain't got no game
 Hoes love me, 'cause I'm a player
 They think maybe I just might fuck 'em later
 I keep mackin' though, I don't work for free
 To be a true hoe you gotta pay me
 I spend endless days and endless nights
 Plottin' this shit to keep my money right
 I build stages in my mind, and it's all an act
 All I'm tryin' to do is keep my pockets fat
 With this pimp game, and these funky beats
 Now here's a little story from the Oakland streets
 You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his name was Jack
 Always had the bitches on their backs
 Jack told Tania, "I love you so"
 But Jack's a mack, he's got several hoes
 One day she beeped him to say what's up
 He didn't call back, cause she was only out to fuck
 She beeped Mike, 'cause she got mad
 She knew about the bitches her boyfriend had
 Mike called back, and he was on his way
 He just got the pussy yesterday
 You see, Mike ain't trippin' on his girlfriend
 Fine little bitch, I think her name is Lynn
 Mike paid the bills always in cash
 And if she ever got raw, he just beat that ass
 It goes on y'all, so don't even trip
 You gets no love from East Oakland, bitch
 Got sprung, even though it's not legal
 A young black man livin' like rich people
 I got this game from a hard-ass place
 It's on the map, right there in your face
 I see my people, all filled with joy
 Next day they're killin' homeboys
 Can't say shit if you sho' can't shoot
 'Cause muthafuckas will smoke them boots
 You gets no love from Oakland, bitch
 You better try to make me rich