C-BO - No Pain No Gain Lyrics
Reds, hydraulics, duece, representin the doand you can trip if ya wanna, but, boy, you be's agonerLeavin 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?* calledfor 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 *****edI got hops in my Coupe, a pocket full of lootand it don't matter who start to funk when you're ridinwith the doWe just handle that shit like the locs that we isHit them niggas quick, ***** the *****es 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 gatthat packs thefullest clipGotta have more chips than a grab bag full of DoritosKeep your ***** broken, make sure your pockets stayfull 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 *****'s pit while you and your crew tryto mug meHuffin and puffin like, daddyGotcha ridin out eight-deep in your '96 CaddyYou tried to ***** but could do nothin but make my dickhardYou tried to dump so I had to creep and pull your wholecardYa best respect or get checked by the Smith & Wess***** 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, ***** it, where mypayment?I'm blazin up doja, this soldier regulate yourstatementSome 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 ***** withEight off, ran from the lead, ***** the buck shitYou're whole mouthpiece spillin discharge, to verify wehit 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
