No Love From Oakland
作词 : George Clinton Jr./William Collins/Garry Shider/Todd Shaw
作曲 : George Clinton Jr./William Collins/Garry Shider/Todd Shaw
Ain't no love in 
Oakland, *******
*******s always talkin bout '
I love you'
But ain't no love, *******
Now it's a shame, 
I can't be saved by 
John the Pope
I gotta be a pimp or sellin ******
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 ******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 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 ******* 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, ******* that school
All the *******s 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 *******t but a place to fight
Mutha*******as 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 *******t 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 ******
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 ******* 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 *******t
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 *******t
Light the mutha*******a, take a fat-ass hit
My fingers all sticky from the residue
Don't ******* with me, 
I won't ******* 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 mutha*******a, 
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, *******, 
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, *******
That's the place 
I call home
Where the 
Oakland City players roam
Game don't stop, listen to me
Everybody ****** with the 
O.P.DSlingin *******, knockin it off
Killed some *******, and he never got caught
High-speed chases everyday
Can't make no money no other way
A ******* yelled "raid!", that ain't true
Cause you laid down, and she ****** you
Two days ago 
I didn't know she existed
But now baby is just one of my *******
I don't care what you say
Cause I catch ******* and straight get pay
You don't care what 
I'm sayinPunk-ass ******* ain't got no game
Hoes love me, cause 
I'm a player
They think maybe 
I just might ******* 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 *******t 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 ******* 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 *******
She beeped 
Mike, cause she got mad
She knew about the ******* her boyfriend had
Mike called back, and he was on his way
He just got the ******* yesterday
You see, Mike ain't trippin on his girlfriend
Fine little *******, 
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, *******
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 *******t if you sho' can't shoot
Cause mutha*******as will smoke them boots
You gets no love from 
Oakland, *******
You better try to make me rich