2Pac: Nothin but love

Straight outta Oakland, California where we spark it on yaGive a shout out to my partners in the darkest cornersI remember drinkin Hennesey, smokin weedFantasize about the things we'd grow to beHad a partner named Snoop, loved to clown a stankSmoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drankShooting craps in the alley til they chased us offPour a little for my homies but don't waste it allOooohweee, who popped that coochie best?On my tattooed chest is where the hoochies restHaving house parties in a crowded spotAnd you can tell it's hot, they talk loud a lotEverybody wanna dance when the slow jam comeLookin dumb, cause you waitin for your chance to humpStraight grindin, everybody havin funAnd it's cool til a fool pull a loaded gunCause another dude kicked his Bacardi overHe had to act a fool now the party's overGun shots rang like it's thunderAnd everybody bum rushing and I'm rushing to get a numberSays she got a man but she's lyingWhy? I seen her talking to this other guy and..he's a dealer so you know she gonna sweat himI ain't trippin I just hope he get em, I got nuttin but loveChorus:{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 fromCause uh, old man still drinkin, his breath still stinkinHe'd love to tell ya what he's thinkinBut I can't diss him he's my elderHe been livin here longer what that tell ya?And little girls playin double dutchStill blush, cause she don't get in trouble muchIt's uhh, ponytails and barrettesI gotta make it back home, before the sun decides to setAnd little boys playin stick ball, quick y'allGet out the street before they hit y'allAnd as I reminisce, I think about my ghetto blissAnd wonder how we came to thisI help an old lady across the street, the cost is freeI can't take what she offers meAnd this is how the world could beThis is how the world should beFeels good to be back on the streetsCause I know they got love for me, nuttin but loveChorus:When I was young I used to want to be a dealer seeCause the gold and cars they appealed to meI saw our brothers getting rich slangin crack to folksAnd the square's getting big for these sack of dopeStarted thinking bout a plan to get paid myselfSo I made myself, raised myselfTil the dealer on the block told me, "That ain't coolYou ain't meant to slang crack, you a rapper fool"I got my game about women from a prostituteAnd way back used to rap on the block for lootI tryed to make my way legit, hahaBut it was hard, cause rhymes don't pay the rentAnd uhh, it was funny how I copped outI couldn't make it in school, so finally I dropped outMy family on welfareI'm steady thinking, since don't nobody else careI'm out here on my ownAt least in jail I have a meal and I wouldn't be aloneI'm feelin like a waste, tears rollin down my faceCause my life is filled with hateUntil I looked around meI saw nothing but family, straight up down for mePanthers, Pimps, Pushers and ThugsHey 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 yaain't got nuttin but love for ya {repeats to fade}