No Love From Oakland — Too Short

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