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No Pain No Gain

アーティスト:C-Bo 

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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 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


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