Nothin But Love

Nothin But Love

2Pac

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 want to 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)

Written by SHAKUR, TUPAC AMARU / SHOCKLEY, STEPHEN
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing

Lyrics Provided By LyricFind Inc.

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