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ain't no sunshine - c-bo lyrics

(feat. tuna bug)

boy ya can’t f-ck with this, you bust caps at my regal and ya missed
boy ya can’t f-ck with this, you bust caps at my regal and ya missed
boy ya can’t f-ck with this, you bust caps at my regal and ya missed

[verse 1:]
boy ya can’t f-ck with this, ya bust caps at my regal
now you’re done-diddy-done-didddy-done
and nothing can save ya
creepin’ through your city it’s the garden block gator
and i got hemmed up by the feds because of snitches
shoot up your whole block with the fully’s h-ttin’ switches
since i was new to the city
ya thought bustin’ caps was gonna scare a g off like a kitty? h-ll nah
i refuse to loose respect, break necks
to get mines big n-gg-s get checked
and it don’t matter who ya are
cause once you’re dead and gone, lfacin’ up at stars
it ain’t no sunsine

[chorus: x2]
ain’t no sunshine, ain’t no sunshine
ain’t no sunshine, when ya gone

[verse 2:]
i keep my mind on survivin’, one in the chamber
my pistol when i’m ridin’
one-times want me dead, the judge wants me strapless
praying that i’m next to get stuck up on a jack-list
they got me guilty until proven innocent
cracked my juvenile files, want me washed up the nile
so-called homies turned on me, and tattled
had me rattled when i heard the feds was in seattle
punk b-tch snitches die suckin’ on a d-ck
wrapped in plastic, floating with they throats slit
straight razor ear-to-ear nosey ones get st-tch scars
watch the homies h-t that -ss cause on the yard it ain’t no sunshine

[chorus: x2]
ain’t no sunshine, ain’t no sunshine
ain’t no sunshine, when ya gone

[verse 3:]
see, some think their bad cause they bigger
sucka–ss n-gg- caught a slug in the liver
layin’ on the concrete bleedin out the kidney
f-ckin with a young g, got buck quickly
dropped the gat in his drawers, gave up his set
spit a loogie on his chest showing no regret
a murder-man, killa, mad at the world
natural born, jackin b-tches for diamonds and pearls
come bangin’ on my door, 15’s stacked
i answered with the mac cause i’m sittin’ on yac
see i’m a g from the hood the bg’s idol
i front them caine on the spot cause money is survival
he says whatsup big homie, give a n-gg- daps
and put that [? ] under the door as i gets the sack
i’m on my toes so be hold on that bergalin’
cause ain’t no sunshine for murder-men

[verse 4: tuna bug]
it’s the loc dog psycho, so go for your gun
cause i’m a go for mine and be a n-gg- on the run
so that shotgun splatters, eatin’ up yo sh-t
the loom-loon-loom got your windshield in your face, b-tch
you can’t f-ck with a criminal
i fill your sh-t with holes then send your -ss to your funeral
then who knows, the getaway scheme
back three’s through the g to my house in the tree
i’m livin low, but most of it’s high
cotton mouth the most i think i’ll blame it on the buddah thai
and that’s why, i live off the gat
why throw it away? with or without it they gon’ watch my -ss
cause it’s my first strike so a n-gg- go for blood
so when it’s on, it’s me or the fuzz
i’m stuck in the slum and bound to get mine
with one life to live, it ain’t no sunshine

[chorus]

- c bo lyrics

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