Текст песни Coo Coo Cal f Mr. Do It 2 Death - Disturbed
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* send corrections to the typistThis is dedicated to you You and you[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]So you wanna spread a lot 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]You`ve been hatin` on my city fo a whileNow we had to shout y`all downAnd if you don`t let us thru the do`We gonna go get the 4-4Oh act like you didn`t knowFrom you bustas to you suckas to you hoesI know one thang fo shoBetta not bring your ass around my city[Coo Coo Cal talking]All my Thug P niggaz, all my Hillside niggazAll my Lincoln Park niggaz, all my tre-8 niggaz[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]All my 4-5 niggaz, all my 2-6 niggazMy tre-4 niggaz, my 4-8 niggaz[Coo Coo Cal talking]All my Eastside niggaz, all my Northline nigazAll my Parklawn niggaz, all my North Meadow niggaz[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]All my Hillside niggaz, my 2-8 niggazMy 2nd & Keith niggaz, all 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 trickscuz we won`t budge babe, 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 chap 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 y`all downAnd if you don`t let us thru the do`We`ll have to go and get the 4-4Oh act like y`all didn`t knowFrom the west to the sucka city hoesI know one thang fo shoYa betta not bring your ass hoe[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]All my 2-9 niggaz, my 8-tre niggazAll my 1-4, 1-5, and 1-9 niggaz[Coo Coo Cal talking]All my 86 niggaz, my 6-tre niggazMy 2-4 niggaz and my 1-9 nigga[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]All my eye-to-eye niggaz, my stumpdown niggazMy Infinite 4-5 niggaz and Block Mob niggaz[Coo Coo Cal talking]All my O.P. niggaz, my 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... Kenny 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 `caine