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lirik lagu no pain no gain – c-bo

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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 bl–dy footprints from sacramento to palmona
i’m a dog when it come to this gangsta sh-t
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, n-gg-, when i hit your block
i bring death on the suckers when my glock is c-cked
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 sh-t like the locs that we is
hit them n-gg-s quick, f-ck the b-tches and the kids
split wigs, watch graves get digged
representin to the fullest, guard block crib
n-gg-s wanna trip, well eat hollow tips
never could you hang with my gang, no pain, no gain

chorus:

hoo-ride, m-ss 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 sh-t?
it be the n-gg-s 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 b-tch 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 n-gg-‘s lip
oh yes, my dayna’s look quite lovely
pull up on your b-tch’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 f-ck but could do nothin but make my d-ck 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
f-ck a vest, hollows h-t 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, f-ck it, where my payment?
i’m blazin up doja, this soldier regulate your statement
some n-gg-s is bangin, some n-gg-s’ just about the cash
some flatline snitches miss me, look up on -ss
i avoid the drama, tricks never to be toy with
get as high as you want, irrelevant who you f-ck with
eight off, ran from the lead, c-ck the buck sh-t
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 n-gg-, 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

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