No Pain No Gain lyrics

Artist  : C Bo 
Song : No Pain  No Gain



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featuring Lunasicc Laroo

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

Chorus:

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
*repeat*

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

Chorus