No Love From Oakland Lyrics
| Song | No Love From Oakland |
| Artist | Too Short |
| Album | Shorty the Pimp |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Clinton, Collins, Shaw, Shider | |
| 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 | |
| Mustangs12 | |
| 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 brokeI 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 weekYou fuck up my money, don't cop no pleadCause 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 | |
| OaktownI 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 liveMack these hoes every chance | |
| I getLike 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.DSlingin 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 sayinPunk-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 | |
| JackAlways 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 | |
| LynnMike 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 |
| zuo ci : Clinton, Collins, Shaw, Shider | |
| 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 oneway 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 nogood 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 driveby shootings was a normal thang | |
| Before brothers bought | |
| Benzes, used to drive | |
| Mustangs12 | |
| 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 fatass 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 brandnew shit and | |
| I' m brokeI know | |
| I be a fiend if | |
| I smoke that coke | |
| But if I go back to school and get educated | |
| Be a oldass 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 weekYou fuck up my money, don' t cop no pleadCause 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 | |
| OaktownI 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 fatass 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 liveMack these hoes every chance | |
| I getLike 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. DSlingin cocaine, knockin it off | |
| Killed some nigga, and he never got caught | |
| Highspeed 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 sayinPunkass 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 | |
| JackAlways 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 | |
| LynnMike 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 hardass 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 |
| zuò cí : Clinton, Collins, Shaw, Shider | |
| 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 oneway 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 nogood 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 driveby shootings was a normal thang | |
| Before brothers bought | |
| Benzes, used to drive | |
| Mustangs12 | |
| 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 fatass 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 brandnew shit and | |
| I' m brokeI know | |
| I be a fiend if | |
| I smoke that coke | |
| But if I go back to school and get educated | |
| Be a oldass 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 weekYou fuck up my money, don' t cop no pleadCause 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 | |
| OaktownI 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 fatass 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 liveMack these hoes every chance | |
| I getLike 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. DSlingin cocaine, knockin it off | |
| Killed some nigga, and he never got caught | |
| Highspeed 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 sayinPunkass 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 | |
| JackAlways 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 | |
| LynnMike 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 hardass 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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