C-BO - Ain't No Sunshine lyrics

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Boy ya can't fuck with this, You bust caps at my Regal and ya missed

Boy ya can't fuck with this, You bust caps at my Regal and ya missed

Boy ya can't fuck with this, You bust caps at my Regal and ya missed

Boy ya can't fuck 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 hittin' switches

Since I was new to the city

Ya thought bustin' caps was gonna scare a G off like a kitty? Hell nah

I refuse to loose respect, break necks

To get mines big niggas 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

Ain't no sunshine, Ain't no sunshine

Ain't no sunshine, when ya gone

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 bitch snitches die suckin' on a dick

Wrapped in plastic, floating with they throats slit

Straight razor ear-to-ear nosey ones get stitch scars

Watch the homies hit that ass cause on the yard It Ain't No Sunshine

Ain't no sunshine, Ain't no sunshine

Ain't no sunshine, when ya gone

See, some think their bad cause they bigger

Sucka-ass nigga caught a slug in the liver

Layin' on the concrete bleedin out the kidney

Fuckin 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 bitches 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 nigga daps

And put that

I'm on my toes so be hold on that bergalin'

Cause ain't no sunshine for murder-men

It's the loc dog psycho, so go for your gun

Cause I'm a go for mine and be a nigga on the run

So that shotgun splatters, eatin' up yo shit

The loom-loon-loom got your windshield in your face, bitch

You can't fuck with a criminal

I fill your shit with holes then send your ass 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 ass

Cause it's my first strike so a nigga 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