No Love From Oakland

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Aint no love in oakland, bitch Niggas always talkin bout i love you But aint no love, bitch [ verse 1 ] Now its a shame, I cant be saved by john the pope I gotta be a pimp or sellin dope Cause in this town, its goin on And brothers doin that cant live too long So whats my option, do it or not Break a hoe, sell a ki, just dont get caught Cause if I do, Im goin to jail On a one-way ticket to a prison cell So why commit the crime? dont ask me Went to school everyday, and I still cant read I count money like a champ, now ask me Why everyday does the task force jack me The storys 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, its 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, Im not a no-good thug Standin on the corner sellin drugs And just remember, this aint multiple choice Without a college degree you only got your voice You gotta talk for yours, or get nothin at all This aint the nba, I aint havin a ball Every day is a trip, but I aint trippin Watch my back and dont start slippin Money wont talk, but it looks right back Everytime I dip into my stack Im buyin cars, jewelries, and mobile phones Things I couldnt get with a high school diploma Its alright, cause I just help myself You should know, cause I cant do nothin else And you better watch out for the day When you lock me up and throw that key away Cause Ill be back on parole Aint changed nothing, cause Im ready to roll I go to school now, but just to front Still servin dopefiends what they want Count 5 to 10, 10 to 20 And I just keep on makin money I hope you dont think my storys amazin I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it wont 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 benzes, used to drive mustangs 12 years later, and Im still in the game All my life all I wanted was a few hoes If I was pimpin or slingin at the liquor sto Aint nothin but street life, fuck that school All the squares up there aint even cool Plus my partners at the house sell coke all day Hit the mall like players, spendin fat-ass bank Junior high wasnt shit but a place to fight Muthafuckas wasnt learnin how to read and write Im just walkin down the street all alone High as hell, my mind is gone Im thinkin bout some brand-new shit and Im 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 cant even cope I guess Ill 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, dont cop no plead Cause in the oak aint no love, $hort" I knew right then I couldnt 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 [ verse 2 ] I drive my top everyday like a movie star Drive around all night in old towed up cars And if you stop me, aint no tellin what you find in my trunk Gotta live like this, cause I aint 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 Dont fuck with me, I wont fuck with you Cause life is only give and take In the town where the strong control the fake The wild wild west, thats the place Suckers take a bite, and dont even taste The california lifestyle that I live Mack these hoes every chance I get Like a drop sl, three times black Im a pimp, a player and I been known to mack Im 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 Thats the place I call home Where the oakland city players roam Game dont 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 Cant make no money no other way A bitch yelled "raid!", that aint true Cause you laid

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