Straight outta Oakland, California where we spark it on ya Give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners I remember drinkin Hennesey, smokin weed Fantasize about the things we'd grow to be Had a partner named Snoop, loved to clown a stank Smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank Shooting craps in the alley til they chased us off Pour a little for my homies but don't waste it all Oooohweee, who popped that coochie best? On my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest Having house parties in a crowded spot And you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a lot Everybody wanna dance when the slow jam come Lookin dumb, cause you waitin for your chance to hump Straight grindin, everybody havin fun And it's cool til a fool pull a loaded gun Cause another dude kicked his Bacardi over He had to act a fool now the party's over Gun shots rang like it's thunder And everybody bum rushing and I'm rushing to get a number Says she got a man but she's lying Why? I seen her talking to this other guy and.. he's a dealer so you know she gonna sweat him I ain't trippin I just hope he get em, I got nuttin but love *chorus* [singers] Ain't got nuttin but love for ya [2Pac] I'm down for yours, nuttin but love (repeat 4X) I love to go back, to the block I got my game from Cause uh, old man still drinkin, his breath still stinkin He'd love to tell ya what he's thinkin But I can't diss him he's my elder He been livin here longer what that tell ya? And little girls playin double dutch Still blush, cause she don't get in trouble much It's uhh, ponytails and barrettes I gotta make it back home, before the sun decides to set And little boys playin stick ball, quick y'all Get out the street before they hit y'all And as I reminisce, I think about my ghetto bliss And wonder how we came to this I help an old lady across the street, the cost is free I can't take what she offers me And this is how the world could be This is how the world should be Feels good to be back on the streets Cause I know they got love for me, nuttin but love *chorus* When I was young I used to want to be a dealer see Cause the gold and cars they appealed to me I saw our brothers getting rich slangin crack to folks And the square's getting big for these sack of dope Started thinking bout a plan to get paid myself So I made myself, raised myself Til the dealer on the block told me, "That ain't cool You ain't meant to slang crack, you a rapper fool" I got my game about women from a prostitute And way back used to rap on the block for loot I tryed to make my way legit, haha But it was hard, cause rhymes don't pay the rent And uhh, it was funny how I copped out I couldn't make it in school, so finally I dropped out My family on welfare I'm steady thinking, since don't nobody else care I'm out here on my own At least in jail I have a meal and I wouldn't be alone I'm feelin like a waste, tears rollin down my face Cause my life is filled with hate Until I looked around me I saw nothing but family, straight up down for me Panthers, Pimps, Pushers and Thugs Hey yo, that's my family tree, I got nuttin but love *chorus repeats for a while w/o 2Pac* Oaktown -- [singers] ain't got nuttin but love for ya ain't got nuttin but love for ya (repeats to fade)