Ain’t No Sunshine Songtext
von C-Bo feat. Tuna Bug

Boy you can′t fuck with this
You bust caps at my Regal and you miss
Boy you can't fuck with this
You bust caps at my Regal and you miss
Boy you can′t fuck with this
You bust caps at my Regal and you miss

Boy you can't fuck with this
You bust caps at my Regal now you done diddy done diddy done
And nothing can save ya
Creepin' through your city is the Garden Blocc gator
And I got hemmed up by the Feds ′cause of you snitches
Shoot up your whole block with the fullies, hittin′ switches
Since I was new to the city
You thought bustin' caps was gonna scare a G off like a kitty
Hell naw, I refuse to lose respect
Break necks to get mines, big niggas get checked
And it don′t matter who you are
'Cause once you dead and gone, facin′ up at the stars
It ain't no sunshine


Ain′t no sunshine, ain't no sunshine
Ain't no sunshine when you′re gone
Ain′t no sunshine, ain't no sunshine
Ain′t no sunshine when you're gone

I keep my mind on survivin′
One in the chamber of my pistol when I'm ridin′
One-times want me dead, the judge want me strapless
Prayin' that I'm next to get struck up on a checklist
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, floatin′ 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 you′re gone
Ain't no sunshine, ain't no sunshine
Ain′t no sunshine when you′re gone


Yeah, see some think they 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 bucked quickly
He dropped the gat in his drawers, gave up his set
Spit a loogie on his chest showin' no regret
A murder man, killer, mad at the world
Natural born jackin′ bitches for diamonds and pearls
He come bangin' on my door, fifteen stack
I answer with the MAC 'cause I′m sittin′ on 'gnac
See I′m a G from the hood, the B.G.'s idol
I front ′em caine on the spot 'cause money is survival
He say what′s up, big homie, give a nigga dap
And put the four-oh under the door as I get the sack
I'm on my toes so behold on that burglarin'
′Cause ain′t no sunshine for murder mens

It's the Low Dogg Psycho, so go for your gun
′Cause I'ma go for mine and be a nigga on the run
So that shotgun spatters, eatin′ up your shit
The loom-loom-loom got your windshield in your face, bitch
You can't fuck with a criminal
I fill your shit with holes and 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
High cottonmouth′s the most, I think I 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 third 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

Ain′t no sunshine, ain′t no sunshine
Ain't no sunshine when you′re gone
Ain't no sunshine, ain′t no sunshine
Ain't no sunshine when you′re gone