C-Bo - No Pain No Gain Lyrics

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Now it's on flip me at '7-8 coupe

Reds hydraulics duece representin the do

And you can trip if ya wanna but boy you be's a

Goner

Leavin bloody footprints from sacramento to palmona

I'm a dog when it come to this gangsta shit

A young hog from the block and never shrank to fit

Roll with the hoovers and the e-c's avalon watchin l-

B's

Compton track new park the s-p-c's

Bakersfield fresno seven trees

Duece nine outlies n-s-g's

My bgz got to trippin when the homey got soaked

When they heard about the shootout that *?i so?* called

For bo-loc

As i ride ride til i die

Best to hide nigga when i hit your block

I bring death on the suckers when my glock is cocked

I got hops in my coupe a pocket full of loot

And it don't matter who start to funk when you're ridin

With the do

We just handle that shit like the locs that we is

Hit them niggas quick fuck the bitches and the kids

Split wigs watch graves get digged

Representin to the fullest guard block crib

Niggas wanna trip well eat hollow tips

Never could you hang with my gang no pain no gain

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Hoo-ride mass slaughter murder

Madmen deadliest lyrical server

There is no higher they gets no curver

Get em up close range empty fullies and get further

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Who got that gangsta gangsta shit?

It be the niggas who got the biggest nuts and the gat

That packs the

Fullest clip

Gotta have more chips than a grab bag full of doritos

Keep your bitch broken make sure your pockets stay

Full of c-notes

Hardcore gangsta fillin out a 20 year old nut

Gotta keep composure puffin doja and it got me stuck

I'm down your strip hopin i can pull a lick

Got an extra clip in case i have to zip a nigga's lip

Oh yes my dayna's look quite lovely

Pull up on your bitch's pit while you and your crew try

To mug me

Huffin and puffin like daddy

Gotcha ridin out eight-deep in your '96 caddy

You tried to fuck but could do nothin but make my dick

Hard

You tried to dump so i had to creep and pull your whole

Card

Ya best respect or get checked by the smith & wess

Fuck a vest hollows hit harder than a math test

Chorus

I never stop bringin pain it's difficult for haters

Never spit game the same speakers are our greatest

Make ya take your last breath fuck it where my

Payment?

I'm blazin up doja this soldier regulate your

Statement

Some niggas is bangin some niggas' just about the cash

Some flatline snitches miss me look up on ass

I avoid the drama tricks never to be toy with

Get as high as you want irrelevant who you fuck with

Eight off ran from the lead cock the buck shit

You're whole mouthpiece spillin discharge to verify we

Hit hard

Women do these timbos

Mind style missions puttin the mashdown on nymphos

My son labelled the funky nigga plugs wit everybody

That's sittin on dividends we filin down fully pants

Rapidly goin down ain't comin back around

Release rounds just terrorize your town

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