Too Short - No Love From Oakland lyrics

Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch

Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'

But ain't no love, bitch

[ 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, 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

[ 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 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