Too Short No Love From Oakland Lyrics

Ain't no love in Oakland, b____
n____s always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, b____

[ VERSE 1 ]
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 5 to 10, 10 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 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 pimpin or slingin at the liquor sto'
Ain't nothin but street life, f___ that school
All the squares up there ain't even cool
Plus my partners at the house sell c__e all day
Hit the mall like players, spendin fat-a__ bank
Junior high wasn't s___ but a place to fight
m____fuckas 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 s___ and I'm broke
I know I be a fiend if I smoke that c__e
But if I go back to school and get educated
Be a old-a__ 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 f___ 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 c__e
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 s___
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, 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 s___
Light the m____fucka, take a fat-a__ hit
My fingers all sticky from the residue
Don't f___ with me, I won't f___ 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 m____fucka, 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, b____, 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, b____
That's the place I call home
Where the Oakland City players roam
Game don't stop, listen to me
Everybody f___in with the O.P.D.
Slingin cocaine, knockin it off
Killed some n____, and he never got caught
High-speed chases everyday
Can't make no money no other way
A b____ yelled "raid!", that ain't true
Cause you laid down, and she f___ed you
Two days ago I didn't know she existed
But now baby is just one of my b____es
I don't care what you say
Cause I catch b____es and straight get pay
You don't care what I'm sayin
Punk-a__ square ain't got no game
Hoes love me, cause I'm a player
They think maybe I just might f___ 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 s___ 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 b____es 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 f___
She beeped Mike, cause she got mad
She knew about the b____es her boyfriend had
Mike called back, and he was on his way
He just got the p____ yesterday
You see, Mike ain't trippin on his girlfriend
Fine little b____, I think her name is Lynn
Mike paid the bills always in cash
And if she ever got raw, he just beat that a__
It goes on y'all, so don't even trip
You gets no love from East Oakland, b____
Got sprung, even though it's not legal
A young black man livin like rich people
I got this game from a hard-a__ 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 s___ if you sho' can't shoot
Cause m____fuckas will smoke them boots
You gets no love from Oakland, b____
You better try to make me rich