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