Lirik Lagu No Love From Oakland - Too Short
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Ain't no love in Oakland, bitchNiggas 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 PopeI gotta be a pimp or sellin dopeCause in this town, it's goin onAnd brothers doin that can't live too longSo what's my option, do it or notBreak a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caughtCause if I do, I'm goin to jailOn a one-way ticket to a prison cellSo why commit the crime? Don't ask meWent to school everyday, and I still can't readI count money like a champ, now ask meWhy everyday does the task force jack meThe story's been told one million timesAbout a boy growin up to a life of crimeI heard it before, you heard it tooBut now, homeboy, it's just me and youYou see, people try to call us filthy trashEven though we live better and make mo' cashThan they do, I'm not a no-good thugStandin on the corner sellin drugsAnd just remember, this ain't multiple choiceWithout a college degree you only got your voiceYou gotta talk for yours, or get nothin at allThis ain't the NBA, I ain't havin a ballEvery day is a trip, but I ain't trippinWatch my back and don't start slippinMoney won't talk, but it looks right backEverytime I dip into my stackI'm buyin cars, jewelries, and mobile phonesThings I couldn't get with a high school diplomaIt's alright, cause I just help myselfYou should know, cause I can't do nothin elseAnd you better watch out for the dayWhen you lock me up and throw that key awayCause I'll be back on paroleAin't changed nothing, cause I'm ready to rollI go to school now, but just to frontStill servin dopefiends what they wantCount 5 to 10, 10 to 20And I just keep on makin moneyI hope you don't think my story's amazinI tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze himSo many black
[ VERSE 1 ]Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the PopeI gotta be a pimp or sellin dopeCause in this town, it's goin onAnd brothers doin that can't live too longSo what's my option, do it or notBreak a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caughtCause if I do, I'm goin to jailOn a one-way ticket to a prison cellSo why commit the crime? Don't ask meWent to school everyday, and I still can't readI count money like a champ, now ask meWhy everyday does the task force jack meThe story's been told one million timesAbout a boy growin up to a life of crimeI heard it before, you heard it tooBut now, homeboy, it's just me and youYou see, people try to call us filthy trashEven though we live better and make mo' cashThan they do, I'm not a no-good thugStandin on the corner sellin drugsAnd just remember, this ain't multiple choiceWithout a college degree you only got your voiceYou gotta talk for yours, or get nothin at allThis ain't the NBA, I ain't havin a ballEvery day is a trip, but I ain't trippinWatch my back and don't start slippinMoney won't talk, but it looks right backEverytime I dip into my stackI'm buyin cars, jewelries, and mobile phonesThings I couldn't get with a high school diplomaIt's alright, cause I just help myselfYou should know, cause I can't do nothin elseAnd you better watch out for the dayWhen you lock me up and throw that key awayCause I'll be back on paroleAin't changed nothing, cause I'm ready to rollI go to school now, but just to frontStill servin dopefiends what they wantCount 5 to 10, 10 to 20And I just keep on makin moneyI hope you don't think my story's amazinI tell it to a kid in the ghetto, it won't faze himSo many black
