No Love from Oakland
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talking '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 selling dope
'Cause in this town, it's going on
And brothers doing 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 going 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 growing up into 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
Standing on the corner selling 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 nothing at all
This ain't the NBA, I ain't having a ball
Every day is a trip but I ain't tripping
Watch my back and don't start slipping
Money won't talk but it looks right back
Every time I dip into my stack
I'm buying cars, jewelry 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 nothing 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 serving dope fiends what they want
Count 5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just keep on making money
I hope you don't think my story's amazing
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 running thangs
And drive-by shootings was a normal thang
Before brothers bought Benzes, 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 pimping or slinging at the liquor sto'
Ain't nothing 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, spending fat-ass bank
Junior high wasn't shit but a place to fight
Muthafuckas wasn't minding how to read and write
I'm just walking down the street all alone
High as hell, my mind is gone
I'm thinking '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 slinging 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 finger tips
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
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 telling 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
Trying 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 fucking with the O.P.D.
Slinging cocaine, knocking 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 paid
You don't care what I'm singing
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 macking though, I don't work for free
To be a true hoe you gotta pay me
I spend endless days and endless nights
Plotting this shit to keep my money right
I build stages in my mind and it's all an act
All I'm trying 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 tripping 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 living 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 killing 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