Album Cover No Pain  No Gain

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 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 dow