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C-Bo f Lunasicc, Laroo

No Pain, No Gain

323 3 часа назад

Текст песни C-Bo f Lunasicc, Laroo - No Pain, No Gain

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Now it`s on, flip me at `7-8 CoupeReds, hydraulics, duece, representin the doand you can trip if ya wanna, but, boy, you be`s a gonerLeavin bloody footprints from Sacramento to PalmonaI`m a dog when it come to this gangsta shitA young hog from the block and never shrank to fitRoll with the Hoovers and the E-C`s, avalon watchin L-B`sCompton, Track New Park, the S-P-C`sBakersfield, Fresno, Seven TreesDuece nine outlies N-S-G`sMy Bgz got to trippin when the homey got soakedwhen they heard about the shootout that *?I so?* called for Bo-LocAs I ride, ride til I dieBest to hide, nigga, when I hit your blockI bring death on the suckers when my Glock is cockedI got hops in my Coupe, a pocket full of lootand it don`t matter who start to funk when you`re ridin with the doWe just handle that shit like the locs that we isHit them niggas quick, fuck the bitches and the kidsSplit wigs, watch graves get diggedRepresentin to the fullest, Guard Block CribNiggas wanna trip, well eat hollow tipsNever could you hang with my gang, no pain, no gainChorus:Hoo-ride, mass slaughter, murderMadmen, deadliest lyrical serverThere is no higher, they gets no curverGet em up close range, empty fullies and get further*repeat*Who got that gangsta, gangsta shit?It be the niggas who got the biggest nuts and the gat that packs thefullest clipGotta have more chips than a grab bag full of DoritosKeep your bitch broken, make sure your pockets stay full of C-notesHardcore gangsta, fillin out a 20 year old nutGotta keep composure, puffin doja and it got me stuckI`m down your strip, hopin I can pull a lickGot an extra clip in case I have to zip a nigga`s lipOh yes, my Dayna`s look quite lovelyPull up on your bitch`s pit while you and your crew try to mug meHuffin and puffin like, daddyGotcha ridin out eight-deep in your `96 CaddyYou tried to fuck but could do nothin but make my dick hardYou tried to dump so I had to creep and pull your whole cardYa best respect or get checked by the Smith & WessFuck a vest, hollows hit harder than a math testChorusI never stop bringin pain, it`s difficult for hatersNever spit game, the same speakers are our greatestMake ya take your last breath, fuck it, where my payment?I`m blazin up doja, this soldier regulate your statementSome niggas is bangin, some niggas` just about the cashSome flatline snitches miss me, look up on assI avoid the drama, tricks never to be toy withGet as high as you want, irrelevant who you fuck withEight off, ran from the lead, cock the buck shitYou`re whole mouthpiece spillin discharge, to verify we hit hardWomen do these timbosMind style missions, puttin the mashdown on nymphosMy son, labelled the Funky Nigga, plugs wit everybodythat`s sittin on dividends, we filin down fully pantsRapidly goin down, ain`t comin back aroundRelease rounds, just terrorize your townChorus

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