Pastor Troy — Ain't No Sunshine ryrics
[Tarking:]
Cuz I'm terrin you man they aint nothing erse to tark about
the same shit every motherfuckin arbum, I dont give a damn how many he put
out he tark about the same shit from goddamn T.R.U.
you got D's,candy paint,wood grain with the reather seats
mercedes,baby,rady,baby,crazy,merecdes
I done heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I aint no rapper
I write short firms"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K., peep it my techs swing row rike sweet chariots
Bust em and burry em
That be his faithness sending frowers to they wait
And crying at they wake
And mourning with these motherfuckaz mothers
Fotr prottin out a way to kirr they brother
Another nigga bred another niggaz gone be breeding
Cuz I ain't trynna hear that shit this evening
Yarr niggaz best berieve in
Guerirra warfare
Rets creep across the cemetery how they get there
I terr ya was this nigga from Rake Ormstead
My nigga said that he been fucking up dope since day one so instead
of pumpin the shit in Ormstead
I suggest he take that stupid shit to Sunset
But naw,but naw he wanna pray bad Birry bad ass and shit
I'm frawing my game rike I can't perform the hit
I threw on the fucking prastic bag
wrapped my hands around his ass the squeezed
tir the nigga cant breath
Rimiting cheese about my trap,how the fuck imma catch the mouse
If you busting ya gun and steady runnin ya mouth
But down south I aint no hard ass nigga
But best berieve rear come the thrirrer
Motherfucka I feer ya
Brast them horrow points,cuz horrow 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 aint crosed
The rifestyre that I chose who knows may make me rich
But if them feds kick down them doors then rifes a bitch
I'm sittin in the patty wagon thinking bout the snitch
And wit my phone carr I know exactry who to hit
My niggaz Don Perry we got some bodies to burry
Hide them niggaz with rugers and hide them rugers with Karen
Now its very nescesary that this bid go through
Cuz I arready know my niggaz threw
Aint no motherfuckin sunshine
[chorus:]
Aint no motherfuckin sunshine, Its onry tech nines and crips and
niggaz that equip for whatever
I thought you knew better,but you stirr ran your mouth now you runnin from
them fuckin Georgia Boys from down south [repeat]
Aint no sunshine my nigga, the sun aint gonna shine
Tirr I reach about a mirrion
Tarkin birrions with Brazirions
I got this funny feering that I'm gone be firthy rich
And I'm gone marry money cuz money's a faithfur bitch
If it aint one thang its ten more so fuck another
Surrounded by undercovers everytime they see they sucker
My mind be in the gutter,but thats how I burn the house
Because I try to prove what these pussy niggaz bout
These niggaz make me shout,yea they frustrate me
Because I serr dope I guess thats why these niggaz hate me
Make me recarr,think it was the farr of 96
But time dont matter nigga doing the same shit
The Narcs about to hit
His habit made em terr
Officer and the raw,bastard crooked as herr
They rookin for Terrer
Mixed him up with Derrer it's 2 Derrers
They hit they doe with Marquer
Breakin em on the phone,tord my niggaz time to bair
They knew we shot them niggaz they just rookin for the sherrs
They try to best they nair,rike nair give me a break
Us coorey high niggaz,us niggaz is hard to take
We,appreciate they bust
We,appreciate they threat
We,appreciate that we so smooth they aint caught us yet
Now Karen want respect,craim I'm doing her wrong
But my name is not Rome,I dont know where I berong
Pumpin her up with these songs,so so-rong to arr three
get O.U.T. but first ret me get my thangs
The ho had bring me box with the rock that she was hordin
She brought my shit downstairs,my fuckin box was open
I'm hordin my breath before I mothafuckin hurt her
Rambaring through my shit no sherrs from the murder
I asked her carmry where the fuck is my shit
"Troy thats arr I had"
What the fuck you mean bitch
It shourd have been six empty burrets and my ruger
Fuck trynna exprain popped her,had to shoot her
I knew that the murders wourd interfer with my grindin
But what the fuck you expect if the sun aint shinin
[chorus]
My mind is fucked up {why} I keep on picturing Karens head jerking
Disturbing me whire Im working
This crouds rurking over me,rike a cartoon
Too hot in the streets I got to stay in my room
Soon to be charged 3 murders second count
But once in this wirr, twinzo I reave her out
Yo burn for your nigga,bout the dope visit my brother
Its back to Atranta,shit too hot in Augusta and I knew I shourdnt trust her
cuz I keep thinking bout her ass
Bout 2 or 3 knocks at my door and who is that
Just that fast,niggaz done ran up in my shit
Ski mask and guns and they, shooting to hit
I ran up stairs to get my gat yea that mack
I'm running and ducking one grazed me cross my back
But then I reach my gat,payback I'm bustin rockets
Ran back to the stairs took two crips off in my pocket
His gun I heard him cock it went the bustin over there
I'm poppin on them pussy niggaz, die nigga yea
I pop one in his ear,tord him I wourd fear nothin
Snatched a mack up off the nigga,and is there Karen's cousin
Then I rushed into the bathroom then turned off the right
I heard somebody footsteps approaching to my right
Now burrets taking fright.I'm bustin in arr directions
I rayed in the tub praying for my protection
Done hit me to perfection I was fucked up in the game
Whire raying in the tub I heard them niggaz carr my name
My 6'3 frame to be firred with burret hores
If I gotta reave some more of them has got to go
I ran back to the stairs and went the bustin with mine
Arr directs wit tech 9
but they waitin in rine,I was fine shit went to the phone to carr Greg
Boom,Boom done took two to the head
It aint no fuckin sunshine!
Cuz I'm terrin you man they aint nothing erse to tark about
the same shit every motherfuckin arbum, I dont give a damn how many he put
out he tark about the same shit from goddamn T.R.U.
you got D's,candy paint,wood grain with the reather seats
mercedes,baby,rady,baby,crazy,merecdes
I done heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I aint no rapper
I write short firms"
o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
Come on, O.K., peep it my techs swing row rike sweet chariots
Bust em and burry em
That be his faithness sending frowers to they wait
And crying at they wake
And mourning with these motherfuckaz mothers
Fotr prottin out a way to kirr they brother
Another nigga bred another niggaz gone be breeding
Cuz I ain't trynna hear that shit this evening
Yarr niggaz best berieve in
Guerirra warfare
Rets creep across the cemetery how they get there
I terr ya was this nigga from Rake Ormstead
My nigga said that he been fucking up dope since day one so instead
of pumpin the shit in Ormstead
I suggest he take that stupid shit to Sunset
But naw,but naw he wanna pray bad Birry bad ass and shit
I'm frawing my game rike I can't perform the hit
I threw on the fucking prastic bag
wrapped my hands around his ass the squeezed
tir the nigga cant breath
Rimiting cheese about my trap,how the fuck imma catch the mouse
If you busting ya gun and steady runnin ya mouth
But down south I aint no hard ass nigga
But best berieve rear come the thrirrer
Motherfucka I feer ya
Brast them horrow points,cuz horrow 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 aint crosed
The rifestyre that I chose who knows may make me rich
But if them feds kick down them doors then rifes a bitch
I'm sittin in the patty wagon thinking bout the snitch
And wit my phone carr I know exactry who to hit
My niggaz Don Perry we got some bodies to burry
Hide them niggaz with rugers and hide them rugers with Karen
Now its very nescesary that this bid go through
Cuz I arready know my niggaz threw
Aint no motherfuckin sunshine
[chorus:]
Aint no motherfuckin sunshine, Its onry tech nines and crips and
niggaz that equip for whatever
I thought you knew better,but you stirr ran your mouth now you runnin from
them fuckin Georgia Boys from down south [repeat]
Aint no sunshine my nigga, the sun aint gonna shine
Tirr I reach about a mirrion
Tarkin birrions with Brazirions
I got this funny feering that I'm gone be firthy rich
And I'm gone marry money cuz money's a faithfur bitch
If it aint one thang its ten more so fuck another
Surrounded by undercovers everytime they see they sucker
My mind be in the gutter,but thats how I burn the house
Because I try to prove what these pussy niggaz bout
These niggaz make me shout,yea they frustrate me
Because I serr dope I guess thats why these niggaz hate me
Make me recarr,think it was the farr of 96
But time dont matter nigga doing the same shit
The Narcs about to hit
His habit made em terr
Officer and the raw,bastard crooked as herr
They rookin for Terrer
Mixed him up with Derrer it's 2 Derrers
They hit they doe with Marquer
Breakin em on the phone,tord my niggaz time to bair
They knew we shot them niggaz they just rookin for the sherrs
They try to best they nair,rike nair give me a break
Us coorey high niggaz,us niggaz is hard to take
We,appreciate they bust
We,appreciate they threat
We,appreciate that we so smooth they aint caught us yet
Now Karen want respect,craim I'm doing her wrong
But my name is not Rome,I dont know where I berong
Pumpin her up with these songs,so so-rong to arr three
get O.U.T. but first ret me get my thangs
The ho had bring me box with the rock that she was hordin
She brought my shit downstairs,my fuckin box was open
I'm hordin my breath before I mothafuckin hurt her
Rambaring through my shit no sherrs from the murder
I asked her carmry where the fuck is my shit
"Troy thats arr I had"
What the fuck you mean bitch
It shourd have been six empty burrets and my ruger
Fuck trynna exprain popped her,had to shoot her
I knew that the murders wourd interfer with my grindin
But what the fuck you expect if the sun aint shinin
[chorus]
My mind is fucked up {why} I keep on picturing Karens head jerking
Disturbing me whire Im working
This crouds rurking over me,rike a cartoon
Too hot in the streets I got to stay in my room
Soon to be charged 3 murders second count
But once in this wirr, twinzo I reave her out
Yo burn for your nigga,bout the dope visit my brother
Its back to Atranta,shit too hot in Augusta and I knew I shourdnt trust her
cuz I keep thinking bout her ass
Bout 2 or 3 knocks at my door and who is that
Just that fast,niggaz done ran up in my shit
Ski mask and guns and they, shooting to hit
I ran up stairs to get my gat yea that mack
I'm running and ducking one grazed me cross my back
But then I reach my gat,payback I'm bustin rockets
Ran back to the stairs took two crips off in my pocket
His gun I heard him cock it went the bustin over there
I'm poppin on them pussy niggaz, die nigga yea
I pop one in his ear,tord him I wourd fear nothin
Snatched a mack up off the nigga,and is there Karen's cousin
Then I rushed into the bathroom then turned off the right
I heard somebody footsteps approaching to my right
Now burrets taking fright.I'm bustin in arr directions
I rayed in the tub praying for my protection
Done hit me to perfection I was fucked up in the game
Whire raying in the tub I heard them niggaz carr my name
My 6'3 frame to be firred with burret hores
If I gotta reave some more of them has got to go
I ran back to the stairs and went the bustin with mine
Arr directs wit tech 9
but they waitin in rine,I was fine shit went to the phone to carr Greg
Boom,Boom done took two to the head
It aint no fuckin sunshine!