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Ain't no love in Oakland,
Niggas always talkin 'I love you'
But ain't no love,

Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the
I gotta be a pimp or dope
Cause in town, it's goin on
And brothers doin that live too long
So my option, do it or not
Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get
if I do, I'm goin to jail
On a one-way ticket to a prison
So why the crime? Don't ask me
Went to school everyday, and I can't read
I count like a champ, now ask me
Why everyday does the task jack me
The story's been one million times
About a boy up to a life of crime
I heard it before, you it too
But now, homeboy, it's me and you
You see, people try to call us filthy
Even though we live better and make mo'
Than do, I'm not a no-good thug
Standin on the corner drugs
And just remember, this multiple choice
a college degree you only got your voice
You gotta talk for yours, or get at all
This the NBA, I ain't havin a ball
day is a trip, but I ain't trippin
Watch my back and don't start
Money won't talk, but it looks back
Everytime I dip my stack
I'm buyin cars, jewelries, and mobile
Things I couldn't get with a school diploma
It's alright, cause I help myself
You should know, I can't do nothin else
And you watch out for the day
you lock me up and throw that key away
Cause be back on parole
Ain't changed nothing, I'm ready to roll
I go to now, but just to front
Still servin dopefiends what want
5 to 10, 10 to 20
And I just keep on money
I hope you think my story's amazin
I it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him
So blackmen die for drugs
I back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started thangs
And drive-by was a normal thang
Before brothers Benzes, used to drive Mustangs
12 Years later, and I'm in the game
All my life all I wanted was a few
If I was pimpin or slingin at the liquor
nothin but street life, fuck that school
All the squares up there ain't even
Plus my partners at the sell coke all day
Hit the mall players, spendin fat-ass bank
Junior high wasn't shit but a place to
wasn't learnin how to read and write
I'm just down the street all alone
as hell, my mind is gone
I'm thinkin bout some brand-new and I'm broke
I know I be a fiend if I smoke coke
But if I go back to school and get
Be a old-ass man before I
So what I do, I can't even cope
I I'll get a sack and start slingin dope
I to my homie, said, "Give me the sack"
He disappeared quick, and he came right
He said, "You owe me a g, I you a week
You fuck up my money, cop no plead
in the Oak ain't no love, $hort"
I knew then I couldn't sell that coke
I was young, it was hard to tell
If I up and be rich as hell
See, I was I knew all the shit
Big bank on my tips
But I never had a big bank, not back
I kicked and watched all my friends
Make big money, in my face
And if you ever them, they be on your case
You go under, six feet
You gets no from the Oaktown

I drive my top everyday a movie star
around all night in old towed up cars
And if you stop me, ain't no tellin what you in my trunk
Gotta live like this, cause I ain't no
So break the dank and roll up that shit
the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hit
My fingers all sticky the residue
Don't fuck with me, I won't with you
Cause life is give and take
In the town where the strong the fake
The wild wild west, that's the
Suckers take a bite, and don't taste
The California lifestyle that I
Mack hoes every chance I get
Like a drop SL, three black
I'm a pimp, a player and I been known to
I'm a muthafucka, I broke your
She it all to me, and I tore it apart
Talked about love to the end
But I broke heart and, bitch, I do it again
So young and tender, also
Tryin to get Short Dog all the
I take what I want, you can the rest
You no love from East Oakland, bitch
the place I call home
Where the Oakland City roam
Game don't stop, to me
Everybody with the O.P.D
Slingin cocaine, it off
Killed nigga, and he never got caught
High-speed everyday
Can't no money no other way
A yelled "raid!", that ain't true
Cause you down, and she fucked you
Two days ago I didn't she existed
But now baby is just one of my
I don't what you say
Cause I catch and straight get pay
You don't care what I'm
Punk-ass square got no game
Hoes love me, I'm a player
They think I just might fuck em later
I keep mackin though, I don't for free
To be a hoe you gotta pay me
I endless days and endless nights
Plottin this shit to my money right
I stages in my mind, and it's all an act
All I'm tryin to do is my pockets fat
With this pimp game, and these beats
Now here's a little story from the Oakland
You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his was Jack
Always had the bitches on backs
told Tania, "I love you so"
But Jack's a mack, got several hoes
One day she beeped him to say up
He didn't back, cause she was only out to fuck
She Mike, cause she got mad
She knew about the her boyfriend had
called back, and he was on his way
He just got the pussy
You see, Mike ain't on his girlfriend
Fine little bitch, I her name is Lynn
Mike paid the bills in cash
And if she ever got raw, he just beat ass
It goes on y'all, so don't trip
You gets no love from Oakland, bitch
Got sprung, even though it's not
A young black man livin like people
I got this game from a place
It's on the map, there in your face
I see my people, all filled joy
day they're killin homeboys
Can't say shit if you can't shoot
Cause will smoke them boots
You gets no love from Oakland,
You better try to make me