No Love From Oakland Too $hort

[Intro]
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 ho, 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
Every time 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` dope fiends 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 amazing
I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him
So many black men 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