Текст песни Coo Coo Cal f Kurupt, Trick Daddy - My Projects (Remix)
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ProjectsWorldwideRemix[Coo Coo Cal]In my projects: 5x[Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal]Dawg my projects is sweetGot strappin` up by the cutPatrollin` the damn block like we walkin` the BTalkin` to freaks on the spot-downYeah we gettin` actionAnd we taxin` to their ass like some clock houndWho run the block now? The M-I-LAnd if a nigga don` thru dat dawg he done BEEN-BY-HELLBut its my hood `n gotta GET-MY-MAILIf a nigga locked-up fo bustin` they gone SEND-MY-BAILAnd you got half of the apparell to back inSoldiers (?) enough they cryin` comin` wit Mac-10sChin-checkin on their dizzay, uhCan`t leave until they see somebody breathin, I say "I`m strizzay"Always act like cizzay, I say "fo sho", haNow got foul on this wet-ass floor for the 10-to-4Ya`ll betta give the hood respectCuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects[Chorus:1x - Coo Coo Cal]In my projectsMy projects thickIn my projects everybody cooks bricksIn my projectsMy projects thickDon`t come to my projects if you ain`t wit dis cliqueIn my projectsMy projects thickIn my projects everybody cooks bricksIn my projectsMy projects thickDon`t come to my projects if you ain`t wit dis cliqueIn my projects[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]You can call me state and raised, got state-paidFrom the city from the M-I-A, in the County of DadeTo the wall to the alleyTo the six to the sixth cellYou in the middle of the Pokebean Projects playaWe don`t do dumb shit, we run shitGangbang and X, weed, and `caine to slangThug Life but we live dangerousAnd we hate (?), tinted window`ll leave your head banginMomma was a playaDaddy was a playaAnd yeah they had me, the mutha fuckin playaSo if it weren`t for the ghetto, what would I be?A mobsta flaw, or even ODBut I`ma OG an Ol` P-L-A without the YCuz I`m watched by the FBIBut I`m goodfella and untouchableAnd mo` tephlon and you can`t touch me bwoy[Chorus: 1x][Verse 3: Kurupt]I got 17 shots in the 4Hop in the 4You ain`t where I`m from then your shop`ll get closedShoppin` fo` clothesShoppin` fo hoes, but don`t payMight smile and joke, but we don`t playSome niggaz (?) and toke, but they don`t sprayAnd if we don`t roll and smoke, the hoes don`t stayIn my projects shit happen everydayAnd even if you ain`t trippin` you can get it anywayBut anyway, walkin on foot I`m still gon` rideAnd even if you don`t see me, niggaz still go hide(?) on they head these barsKnow these stars, pay bills and buy carsIn my projects the way controversy (?) we talk wit our handsEscape one time, twice skipped court and I ranNiggas bananas, red and blue bandanasHad the news come in advancements[Chorus:1x - Coo Coo Cal]In my projectsMy projects thickIn my projects everybody cooks bricksIn my projectsMy projects thickDon`t come to my projects if you ain`t wit dis cliqueIn my projectsMy projects thickIn my projects everybody cooks bricksIn my projectsMy projects thickDon`t come to my projects if you ain`t wit dis cliqueIn my projects[Verse 4:(?)]Ya betta holla at cha boy I`m bout that project livin`First of the (month) ready to (stunt) and try to make a millionGhetto dollaz outta fifteen centsI got whatever you need, from A-to-Z in my residenceDVD`s and flat-screen TV`sA Big Boy leather sofa that cost about six g`sI know it`s hard to believe but you can get it in the ghettoIf they sell it in the ghettoBut ain`t no credit in the ghettoUh, So keep your Visa and American ExpressThe only (?) is cash, food stamps, and welfare checksI like my freaks out the project stoutBootylicious, hard head, wit a smart-ass mouthUh, I like my chicken and bologna fried hardWe project livin`, ain`t no grass in the yardDon`t get it twisted me and my kinfold livin` largeYou see the po-po get the hell outta Dodge[Chorus: 1x]In my projects