No Love From Oakland Lyrics - Shorty The Pimp - Too $hort

Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch 

Niggas always talkin 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 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, 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, spendin fat-ass bank 

Junior high wasn't shit but a place to fight 

Muthafuckas 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 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 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, 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 

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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 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 

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 

That's the place I call home 

Where the Oakland City players roam 

Game don't 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 

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 pay 

You don't care what I'm sayin 

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 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 shit 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 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 trippin 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 livin 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 killin 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 

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