No Love From Oakland
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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 five to ten, ten 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 Benzs, 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 store
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 fingertips
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
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
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 five to ten, ten 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 Benzs, 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 store
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 fingertips
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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.15] Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
[00:12.73] Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
[00:16.38] But ain't no love, bitch
[00:19.41] Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the Pope
[00:22.63] I gotta be a pimp or sellin' dope
[00:24.42] 'Cause in this town, it's goin' on
[00:27.34] And brothers doin that can't live too long
[00:29.52] So what's my option, do it or not
[00:32.24] Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caught
[00:34.59] 'Cause if I do, I'm goin' to jail
[00:37.20] On a one-way ticket to a prison cell
[00:39.89] So why commit the crime? Don't ask me
[00:42.08] Went to school everyday, and I still can't read
[00:44.55] I count money like a champ, now ask me
[00:47.24] Why everyday does the task force jack me
[00:49.69] The story's been told one million times
[00:51.94] About a boy growin up to a life of crime
[00:54.42] I heard it before, you heard it too
[00:57.09] But now, homeboy, it's just me and you
[00:59.35] You see, people try to call us filthy trash
[01:01.92] Even though we live better and make mo' cash
[01:04.22] Than they do, I'm not a no-good thug
[01:06.85] Standin' on the corner sellin' drugs
[01:09.28] And just remember, this ain't multiple choice
[01:11.95] Without a college degree you only got your voice
[01:14.49] You gotta talk for yours, or get nothin at all
[01:16.54] This ain't the NBA, I ain't havin' a ball
[01:19.65] Every day is a trip, but I ain't trippin'
[01:21.99] Watch my back and don't start slippin'
[01:24.29] Money won't talk, but it looks right back
[01:26.65] Everytime I dip into my stack
[01:29.14] I'm buyin' cars, jewelries, and mobile phones
[01:31.81] Things I couldn't get with a high school diploma
[01:34.54] It's alright, 'cause I just help myself
[01:36.56] You should know, 'cause I can't do nothin' else
[01:39.45] And you better watch out for the day
[01:41.45] When you lock me up and throw that key away
[01:44.00] 'Cause I'll be back on parole
[01:46.96] Ain't changed nothing,'cause I'm ready to roll
[01:48.90] I go to school now, but just to front
[01:51.50] Still servin' dopefiends what they want
[01:54.06] Count five to ten, ten to 20
[01:56.79] And I just keep on makin' money
[01:59.17] I hope you don't think my story's amazin'
[02:01.52] I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him
[02:03.93] So many blackmen die for drugs
[02:06.78] I think back on the way life was
[02:08.87] Before rock cocaine started runnin' thangs
[02:11.24] And drive-by shootings was a normal thang
[02:13.97] Before brothers bought Benzs, used to drive Mustangs
[02:16.32] 12 years later, and I'm still in the game
[02:18.96] All my life all I wanted was a few hoes
[02:21.18] If I was pimpin' or slingin' at the liquor store
[02:23.87] Ain't nothin' but street life, fuck that school
[02:26.25] All the squares up there ain't even cool
[02:28.83] Plus my partners at the house sell coke all day
[02:31.25] Hit the mall like players, spendin' fat-ass bank
[02:33.60] Junior high wasn't shit but a place to fight
[02:36.28] Muthafuckas wasn't learnin' how to read and write
[02:38.65] I'm just walkin' down the street all alone
[02:41.09] High as hell, my mind is gone
[02:43.63] I'm thinkin' 'bout some brand-new shit and I'm broke
[02:46.28] I know I be a fiend if I smoke that coke
[02:48.52] But if I go back to school and get educated
[02:50.97] Be a old-ass man before I graduated
[02:53.36] So what should I do, I can't even cope
[02:56.06] I guess I'll get a sack and start slingin' dope
[02:58.42] I went to my homie, said, "Give me the sack"
[03:01.06] He disappeared quick, and he came right back
[03:03.44] He said, "You owe me a g, I give you a week
[03:06.13] You fuck up my money, don't cop no plead
[03:08.64] 'Cause in the Oak ain't no love, $hort"
[03:11.20] I knew right then I couldn't sell that coke
[03:13.50] When I was young, it was hard to tell
[03:15.81] If I grow up and be rich as hell
[03:18.22] See, I was cool I knew all the shit
[03:20.63] Big bank on my fingertips
[03:23.29] But I never had a big bank, not back then
[03:25.58] I kicked back and watched all my friends
[03:28.57] Make big money, right in my face
[03:30.85] And if you ever crossed them, they be on your case
[03:33.00] You go under, six feet underground
[03:35.13] You gets no love from the Oaktown
[03:57.74] I drive my top everyday like a movie star
[04:00.36] Drive around all night in old towed up cars
[04:03.19] And if you stop me, ain't no tellin' what you find in my trunk
[04:05.18] Gotta live like this, 'cause I ain't no punk
[04:07.70] So break down the dank and roll up that shit
[04:10.30] Light the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hit
[04:12.67] My fingers all sticky from the residue
[04:15.04] Don't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you
[04:17.80] 'Cause life is only give and take
[04:20.60] In the town where the strong control the fake
[04:22.94] The wild wild west, that's the place
[04:25.21] Suckers take a bite, and don't even taste
[04:27.96] The California lifestyle that I live
[04:30.40] Mack these hoes every chance I get
[04:32.98] Like a drop SL, three times black
[04:35.19] I'm a pimp, a player and I been known to mack
[04:37.74] I'm a muthafucka, I broke your heart
[04:40.00] She gave it all to me, and I tore it apart
[04:42.42] Talked about love right to the end
[04:45.10] But I broke your heart and, bitch, I do it again
[04:47.42] So young and tender, also fine
[04:50.13] Tryin' to get Short Dog all the time
[04:52.51] I take what I want, you can keep the rest
[04:54.74] You gets no love from East Oakland, bitch
[04:57.86] That's the place I call home
[04:59.91] Where the Oakland City players roam
[05:02.63] Game don't stop, listen to me
[05:04.73] Everybody fuckin' with the O.P.D
[05:07.36] Slingin' cocaine, knockin' it off
[05:09.83] Killed some nigga, and he never got caught
[05:12.47] High-speed chases everyday
[05:14.80] Can't make no money no other way
[05:17.20] A bitch yelled "raid!", that ain't true
[05:19.85] 'Cause you laid down, and she fucked you
[05:22.29] Two days ago I didn't know she existed
[05:24.80] But now baby is just one of my bitches
[05:27.66] I don't care what you say
[05:29.95] 'Cause I catch bitches and straight get pay
[05:32.34] You don't care what I'm sayin'
[05:34.74] Punk-ass square ain't got no game
[05:37.14] Hoes love me, 'cause I'm a player
[05:39.58] They think maybe I just might fuck 'em later
[05:42.24] I keep mackin' though, I don't work for free
[05:44.61] To be a true hoe you gotta pay me
[05:46.98] I spend endless days and endless nights
[05:49.82] Plottin' this shit to keep my money right
[05:51.72] I build stages in my mind, and it's all an act
[05:54.84] All I'm tryin' to do is keep my pockets fat
[05:57.16] With this pimp game, and these funky beats
[05:59.48] Now here's a little story from the Oakland streets
[06:02.20] You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his name was Jack
[06:04.49] Always had the bitches on their backs
[06:06.83] Jack told Tania, "I love you so"
[06:09.43] But Jack's a mack, he's got several hoes
[06:12.18] One day she beeped him to say what's up
[06:14.69] He didn't call back, cause she was only out to fuck
[06:17.00] She beeped Mike, 'cause she got mad
[06:19.41] She knew about the bitches her boyfriend had
[06:21.96] Mike called back, and he was on his way
[06:24.24] He just got the pussy yesterday
[06:26.67] You see, Mike ain't trippin' on his girlfriend
[06:29.13] Fine little bitch, I think her name is Lynn
[06:31.76] Mike paid the bills always in cash
[06:34.25] And if she ever got raw, he just beat that ass
[06:36.89] It goes on y'all, so don't even trip
[06:39.18] You gets no love from East Oakland, bitch
[06:41.67] Got sprung, even though it's not legal
[06:44.17] A young black man livin' like rich people
[06:46.77] I got this game from a hard-ass place
[06:49.23] It's on the map, right there in your face
[06:51.42] I see my people, all filled with joy
[06:53.86] Next day they're killin' homeboys
[06:56.45] Can't say shit if you sho' can't shoot
[06:59.19] 'Cause muthafuckas will smoke them boots
[07:01.56] You gets no love from Oakland, bitch
[07:04.30] You better try to make me rich
[07:06.72]
[00:12.73] Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
[00:16.38] But ain't no love, bitch
[00:19.41] Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the Pope
[00:22.63] I gotta be a pimp or sellin' dope
[00:24.42] 'Cause in this town, it's goin' on
[00:27.34] And brothers doin that can't live too long
[00:29.52] So what's my option, do it or not
[00:32.24] Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caught
[00:34.59] 'Cause if I do, I'm goin' to jail
[00:37.20] On a one-way ticket to a prison cell
[00:39.89] So why commit the crime? Don't ask me
[00:42.08] Went to school everyday, and I still can't read
[00:44.55] I count money like a champ, now ask me
[00:47.24] Why everyday does the task force jack me
[00:49.69] The story's been told one million times
[00:51.94] About a boy growin up to a life of crime
[00:54.42] I heard it before, you heard it too
[00:57.09] But now, homeboy, it's just me and you
[00:59.35] You see, people try to call us filthy trash
[01:01.92] Even though we live better and make mo' cash
[01:04.22] Than they do, I'm not a no-good thug
[01:06.85] Standin' on the corner sellin' drugs
[01:09.28] And just remember, this ain't multiple choice
[01:11.95] Without a college degree you only got your voice
[01:14.49] You gotta talk for yours, or get nothin at all
[01:16.54] This ain't the NBA, I ain't havin' a ball
[01:19.65] Every day is a trip, but I ain't trippin'
[01:21.99] Watch my back and don't start slippin'
[01:24.29] Money won't talk, but it looks right back
[01:26.65] Everytime I dip into my stack
[01:29.14] I'm buyin' cars, jewelries, and mobile phones
[01:31.81] Things I couldn't get with a high school diploma
[01:34.54] It's alright, 'cause I just help myself
[01:36.56] You should know, 'cause I can't do nothin' else
[01:39.45] And you better watch out for the day
[01:41.45] When you lock me up and throw that key away
[01:44.00] 'Cause I'll be back on parole
[01:46.96] Ain't changed nothing,'cause I'm ready to roll
[01:48.90] I go to school now, but just to front
[01:51.50] Still servin' dopefiends what they want
[01:54.06] Count five to ten, ten to 20
[01:56.79] And I just keep on makin' money
[01:59.17] I hope you don't think my story's amazin'
[02:01.52] I tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze him
[02:03.93] So many blackmen die for drugs
[02:06.78] I think back on the way life was
[02:08.87] Before rock cocaine started runnin' thangs
[02:11.24] And drive-by shootings was a normal thang
[02:13.97] Before brothers bought Benzs, used to drive Mustangs
[02:16.32] 12 years later, and I'm still in the game
[02:18.96] All my life all I wanted was a few hoes
[02:21.18] If I was pimpin' or slingin' at the liquor store
[02:23.87] Ain't nothin' but street life, fuck that school
[02:26.25] All the squares up there ain't even cool
[02:28.83] Plus my partners at the house sell coke all day
[02:31.25] Hit the mall like players, spendin' fat-ass bank
[02:33.60] Junior high wasn't shit but a place to fight
[02:36.28] Muthafuckas wasn't learnin' how to read and write
[02:38.65] I'm just walkin' down the street all alone
[02:41.09] High as hell, my mind is gone
[02:43.63] I'm thinkin' 'bout some brand-new shit and I'm broke
[02:46.28] I know I be a fiend if I smoke that coke
[02:48.52] But if I go back to school and get educated
[02:50.97] Be a old-ass man before I graduated
[02:53.36] So what should I do, I can't even cope
[02:56.06] I guess I'll get a sack and start slingin' dope
[02:58.42] I went to my homie, said, "Give me the sack"
[03:01.06] He disappeared quick, and he came right back
[03:03.44] He said, "You owe me a g, I give you a week
[03:06.13] You fuck up my money, don't cop no plead
[03:08.64] 'Cause in the Oak ain't no love, $hort"
[03:11.20] I knew right then I couldn't sell that coke
[03:13.50] When I was young, it was hard to tell
[03:15.81] If I grow up and be rich as hell
[03:18.22] See, I was cool I knew all the shit
[03:20.63] Big bank on my fingertips
[03:23.29] But I never had a big bank, not back then
[03:25.58] I kicked back and watched all my friends
[03:28.57] Make big money, right in my face
[03:30.85] And if you ever crossed them, they be on your case
[03:33.00] You go under, six feet underground
[03:35.13] You gets no love from the Oaktown
[03:57.74] I drive my top everyday like a movie star
[04:00.36] Drive around all night in old towed up cars
[04:03.19] And if you stop me, ain't no tellin' what you find in my trunk
[04:05.18] Gotta live like this, 'cause I ain't no punk
[04:07.70] So break down the dank and roll up that shit
[04:10.30] Light the muthafucka, take a fat-ass hit
[04:12.67] My fingers all sticky from the residue
[04:15.04] Don't fuck with me, I won't fuck with you
[04:17.80] 'Cause life is only give and take
[04:20.60] In the town where the strong control the fake
[04:22.94] The wild wild west, that's the place
[04:25.21] Suckers take a bite, and don't even taste
[04:27.96] The California lifestyle that I live
[04:30.40] Mack these hoes every chance I get
[04:32.98] Like a drop SL, three times black
[04:35.19] I'm a pimp, a player and I been known to mack
[04:37.74] I'm a muthafucka, I broke your heart
[04:40.00] She gave it all to me, and I tore it apart
[04:42.42] Talked about love right to the end
[04:45.10] But I broke your heart and, bitch, I do it again
[04:47.42] So young and tender, also fine
[04:50.13] Tryin' to get Short Dog all the time
[04:52.51] I take what I want, you can keep the rest
[04:54.74] You gets no love from East Oakland, bitch
[04:57.86] That's the place I call home
[04:59.91] Where the Oakland City players roam
[05:02.63] Game don't stop, listen to me
[05:04.73] Everybody fuckin' with the O.P.D
[05:07.36] Slingin' cocaine, knockin' it off
[05:09.83] Killed some nigga, and he never got caught
[05:12.47] High-speed chases everyday
[05:14.80] Can't make no money no other way
[05:17.20] A bitch yelled "raid!", that ain't true
[05:19.85] 'Cause you laid down, and she fucked you
[05:22.29] Two days ago I didn't know she existed
[05:24.80] But now baby is just one of my bitches
[05:27.66] I don't care what you say
[05:29.95] 'Cause I catch bitches and straight get pay
[05:32.34] You don't care what I'm sayin'
[05:34.74] Punk-ass square ain't got no game
[05:37.14] Hoes love me, 'cause I'm a player
[05:39.58] They think maybe I just might fuck 'em later
[05:42.24] I keep mackin' though, I don't work for free
[05:44.61] To be a true hoe you gotta pay me
[05:46.98] I spend endless days and endless nights
[05:49.82] Plottin' this shit to keep my money right
[05:51.72] I build stages in my mind, and it's all an act
[05:54.84] All I'm tryin' to do is keep my pockets fat
[05:57.16] With this pimp game, and these funky beats
[05:59.48] Now here's a little story from the Oakland streets
[06:02.20] You see, Tania had a boyfriend, his name was Jack
[06:04.49] Always had the bitches on their backs
[06:06.83] Jack told Tania, "I love you so"
[06:09.43] But Jack's a mack, he's got several hoes
[06:12.18] One day she beeped him to say what's up
[06:14.69] He didn't call back, cause she was only out to fuck
[06:17.00] She beeped Mike, 'cause she got mad
[06:19.41] She knew about the bitches her boyfriend had
[06:21.96] Mike called back, and he was on his way
[06:24.24] He just got the pussy yesterday
[06:26.67] You see, Mike ain't trippin' on his girlfriend
[06:29.13] Fine little bitch, I think her name is Lynn
[06:31.76] Mike paid the bills always in cash
[06:34.25] And if she ever got raw, he just beat that ass
[06:36.89] It goes on y'all, so don't even trip
[06:39.18] You gets no love from East Oakland, bitch
[06:41.67] Got sprung, even though it's not legal
[06:44.17] A young black man livin' like rich people
[06:46.77] I got this game from a hard-ass place
[06:49.23] It's on the map, right there in your face
[06:51.42] I see my people, all filled with joy
[06:53.86] Next day they're killin' homeboys
[06:56.45] Can't say shit if you sho' can't shoot
[06:59.19] 'Cause muthafuckas will smoke them boots
[07:01.56] You gets no love from Oakland, bitch
[07:04.30] You better try to make me rich
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