Straight outta Oakland, California where we spark it on ya
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Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners
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I remember drinkin Hennesey, smokin weed
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Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be
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Had a partner named Snoop, loved to clown a stank
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Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank
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Shooting craps in the alley til they chased us off
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Pour a little for my homies but don't waste it all
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Oooohweee, who popped that coochie best?
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On my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest
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Having house parties in a crowded spot
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And you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a lot
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Everybody wanna dance when the slow jam come
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Lookin dumb, cause you waitin for your chance to hump
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Straight grindin, everybody havin fun
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And it's cool til a fool pull a loaded gun
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Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over
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He had to act a fool now the party's over
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Gun shots rang like it's thunder
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And everybody bum rushing and I'm rushing to get a number
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Says she got a man but she's lying
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Why? I seen her talking to this other guy and..
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he's a dealer so you know she gonna sweat him
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I ain't trippin I just hope he get em, I got nuttin but love
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(Chorus)
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Singers-
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Ain't got nuttin but love for ya
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2Pac-
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I'm down for yours, nuttin but
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love
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(repeat x4)
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I love to go back, to the block I got my game from
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Cause uh, old man still drinkin, his breath still stinkin
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He'd love to tell ya what he's thinkin
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But I can't diss him he's my elder
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He been livin here longer what that tell ya?
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And little girls playin double dutch
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Still blush, cause she don't get in trouble much
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It's uhh, ponytails and barrettes
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I gotta make it back home, before the sun decides to set
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And little boys playin stick ball, quick y'all
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Get out the street before they hit y'all
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And as I reminisce, I think about my ghetto bliss
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And wonder how we came to this
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I help an old lady across the street, the cost is free
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I can't take what she offers me
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And this is how the world could be
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This is how the world should be
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Feels good to be back on the streets
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Cause I know they got love for me, nuttin but love
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(Chorus)
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When I was young I used to want to be a dealer see
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Cause the gold and cars they appealed to me
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I saw our brothers getting rich slangin crack to folks
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And the square's getting big for these sack of dope
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Started thinking bout a plan to get paid myself
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So I made myself, raised myself
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Til the dealer on the block told me, "That ain't cool
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You ain't meant to slang crack, you a rapper fool"
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I got my game about women from a prostitute
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And way back used to rap on the block for loot
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I tryed to make my way legit, haha
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But it was hard, cause rhymes don't pay the rent
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And uhh, it was funny how I copped out
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I couldn't make it in school, so finally I dropped out
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My family on welfare
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I'm steady thinking, since don't nobody else care
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I'm out here on my own
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At least in jail I have a meal and I wouldn't be alone
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I'm feelin like a waste, tears rollin down my face
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Cause my life is filled with hate
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Until I looked around me
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I saw nothing but family, straight up down for me
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Panthers, Pimps, Pushers and Thugs
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Hey yo, that's my family tree, I got nuttin but love
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(Chorus - repeats for a while without 2Pac)
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Oaktown --
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Singers-
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ain't got nuttin but love for ya
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ain't got nuttin but love for ya (repeats till fade...)
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Nothin' But Love
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| 2Pac |
