Текст песни Coo Coo Cal - Dedication
Coo Coo Cal - Dedication слова песни
[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]So you wanna spread alot of talk about my city Milwaukee huhAll that talk about Laverne and ShirleyHappy Days, all that bullshitWhat the fuck ya think, ain`t no niggaz hereWe got something fo ya mutha fuckasI got something fo ya mutha fuckas[Chorus]Ain`t been to the city in awhileNow we had to shout ya`ll downAnd if you don`t let us thru the do`We`ll have to go and get the 4-4Oh act like you didn`t know(?) hoesI know one thang fo shoBetta not bring your ass hoe[Coo Coo Cal talking]All my Thug P niggazAll my Hillside niggazAll my (?) Park niggazAll my tre-8 niggaz[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]All my 4-5 niggazAll my 2-6 niggazMy tre-4 niggazMy 4-8 niggaz[Coo Coo Cal talking]All my Eastside niggazAll my Northline nigazAll my Park 9 niggazAll my North Meadow niggaz[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]All my Hillside niggazMy 2-8 niggazMy 2nd & Keith niggazAll my Rest In Peace niggaz[Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal]It`s Milwaukee Wis-consin, stompin` over the game of rapGot lil` pimp in us, (?) got game and a strapIt`s where the thugs stay and drugs layBut hungry hoes will pack your shit and turn some tricks(?)We play the game till the last quarterIf money drop like the spot then you can`t leave till the last boulderWe gettin` older, and wise `n rise wit advengancePuttin away then `lacs and comin back slid`n in dem Benz`sWe blowin` up like the World TradeHalf of the scratch we pack,come from rap, and all the rest your girl madeSo if we don`t see you at the topwavin` hangin outta drop dawgbumpin one of my songs that got the game on lockTop of the charts with this hardest rapIt`s Coo Coo Cal child representin Milwaukee where I started atWhoever thought of that of us bubblin up like champaigneRidin` thru your city on dem thangs nigga, fo real[Chorus]Ain`t been to the city in awhileNow we had to shout ya`ll downAnd if you don`t let us thru the do`We`ll have to go and get the 4-4Oh act like ya`ll didn`t know(?) city hoesI know one thang fo shoYa betta not bring your ass hoe[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]All my 2-9 niggazMy 8-tre niggazAll my 1-4, 1-5, and 1-9 niggaz[Coo Coo Cal talking]All my 86 niggazMy 6-tre niggazMy 2-4 niggazand my 1-9 nigga[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]All my eye-to-eye niggazMy stumpdown niggazMy Infinite 4-5 niggazand Block Mob niggaz[Coo Coo Cal talking]All my O.P. niggazMy PPD niggazMy 2-7 niggaz, and dem 4-5 niggaz[Verse 2: Mr. Do It 2 Death]Nigga, fuck what ya heard, Milwaukee County `till they down meDo It 2 Death Midwest you know how my town be niggazBig pimpin`, ridin` 20 inchesTwerkin in Excursion, workin dem thirty-sixesPimps up, hoes down, canny-ivyAll the niggaz be-sheist hoes, greezy-grimmyLove my city these streets remind meAll the days I used to hustla wit dem D`s behind meHello, niggaz still ghetto, still playin` gamesStill Jheri-curled up, still slang `caineMilwaukee County niggaz here now, still gone changeWe the last niggaz to get in this game, holla[Chorus]Ain`t been to the city in awhileNow we had to shout ya`ll downAnd if you don`t let us thru the do`We`ll have to go and get the 4-4Oh act like ya`ll didn`t know(?) city hoesI know one thang fo shoYa betta not bring your ass hoe