[Talking]
Cuz I'm tellin you man, them niggas they ain't got nothing else to talk about (Nothing else)
The same shit every motherfuckin album, I dont give a damn how many you put out, you talking bout the same shit from goddamn TRU
(You done rode D's)
You got D's, candy paint, you a soldier smoking doja
(Wood grain with the leather seats)
(Mercedes) Baby, lady, baby, crazy, (mercedes!)
(I done heard that shit) 2pac wannabe ass niggas, I ain't no rapper
I write short films (O.K.) Grab your popcorn
Ain't no more sunshine
Yeah
Ain't no sunshine down here
The sun don't even shine down here
Put yourself in my shoes
Nigga imagine being in a place where the sun don't ever shine
That's where I'm at
[Verse 1]
Come on, O.K., peep it
My Tec swing low like sweet chariots
Bust him and bury him
Death be his fate, we sending flowers to they wake
And crying at they wake
And mourning with these motherfuckers' mother
But plotting out a way to kill they brother
Another nigga bled another nigga's gone be bleeding
Cuz I ain't trynna hear that shit this evening
Y'all niggas best believe in guerilla warfare
There's people cross the cemetery, how they get there
I tell ya, was this nigga from Lake Olmstead
My nigga said that he been fucking up dope since day one
So instead of pumping the shit in Olmstead
I suggest he take that stupid shit to Sunset
But naw, but naw, he wants to play bad Billy Bad Ass and shit
A flaw in my game, like I can't perform the hit
I threw on the fucking plastic bag, wrapped my hands
Around his ass and squeezed, till the nigga can't breath
Nibbling cheese up out my trap
How the fuck I'mma catch the mouse
If you bumping ya gums and steady running ya mouth
But down south I ain't no hard ass nigga
But best believe if thrill come to thriller, motherfucker I feel ya
Flash them hollow points cuz hollow points get points across
They want the juice, but they dont want to pay the cost
Now who's the boss, my nigga ask these hoes
I'm nuttin in they mouth and they nose
They eyes if they ain't closed
The lifestyle that I chose, who knows, may make me rich
But if them feds kick down them doors then life's a bitch
I'm sitting in the patty wagon thinking bout the snitch
And with my phone call, I know exactly who to hit
My niggas on Perry, we got some bodies to bury
Bust them niggas with rugers and hide them lugers with Karie
Now it's very necessary that this bid go through
Because we already know how niggas do
Ain't no motherfuckin sunshine
Cuz I'm tellin you man, them niggas they ain't got nothing else to talk about (Nothing else)
The same shit every motherfuckin album, I dont give a damn how many you put out, you talking bout the same shit from goddamn TRU
(You done rode D's)
You got D's, candy paint, you a soldier smoking doja
(Wood grain with the leather seats)
(Mercedes) Baby, lady, baby, crazy, (mercedes!)
(I done heard that shit) 2pac wannabe ass niggas, I ain't no rapper
I write short films (O.K.) Grab your popcorn
Ain't no more sunshine
Yeah
Ain't no sunshine down here
The sun don't even shine down here
Put yourself in my shoes
Nigga imagine being in a place where the sun don't ever shine
That's where I'm at
[Verse 1]
Come on, O.K., peep it
My Tec swing low like sweet chariots
Bust him and bury him
Death be his fate, we sending flowers to they wake
And crying at they wake
And mourning with these motherfuckers' mother
But plotting out a way to kill they brother
Another nigga bled another nigga's gone be bleeding
Cuz I ain't trynna hear that shit this evening
Y'all niggas best believe in guerilla warfare
There's people cross the cemetery, how they get there
I tell ya, was this nigga from Lake Olmstead
My nigga said that he been fucking up dope since day one
So instead of pumping the shit in Olmstead
I suggest he take that stupid shit to Sunset
But naw, but naw, he wants to play bad Billy Bad Ass and shit
A flaw in my game, like I can't perform the hit
I threw on the fucking plastic bag, wrapped my hands
Around his ass and squeezed, till the nigga can't breath
Nibbling cheese up out my trap
How the fuck I'mma catch the mouse
If you bumping ya gums and steady running ya mouth
But down south I ain't no hard ass nigga
But best believe if thrill come to thriller, motherfucker I feel ya
Flash them hollow points cuz hollow points get points across
They want the juice, but they dont want to pay the cost
Now who's the boss, my nigga ask these hoes
I'm nuttin in they mouth and they nose
They eyes if they ain't closed
The lifestyle that I chose, who knows, may make me rich
But if them feds kick down them doors then life's a bitch
I'm sitting in the patty wagon thinking bout the snitch
And with my phone call, I know exactly who to hit
My niggas on Perry, we got some bodies to bury
Bust them niggas with rugers and hide them lugers with Karie
Now it's very necessary that this bid go through
Because we already know how niggas do
Ain't no motherfuckin sunshine
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