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Coo Coo Cal f Twista

Ride Till We Die

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Текст песни Coo Coo Cal f Twista - Ride Till We Die

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[Chorus 1: repeat 2X]We ride `till we die, ball `till we fallWhile all G`s agree, intense a flea, with me, Infinite and fuck up mallAnd the loss, motherfucka betta check myHit em up with the tech 9Betta keep my gun off, safteyWhile they try`n to chase meYou know a nigga go `till the next time[Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal]A nigga ride `till we die, hell, ball till me fallFuck `round wit nuthin but G`s,Flip`n it-ly, snoop keys with d`z and white wallsNight y`all, try to fuckin mindBetta call two niggaz with a least two ninesAnd get ready to melt from all this hot-ass iron, that we findI ain`t lyin,motherfucka that bullshit it, nuthinGot a full clip in, dumpBut no any nigga out here startin somethinmotherfucka set trendz `n let his ends stack from the flo` to the ceilinInfinite 45 (?) house, mergin-splergin, and count these millionsNiggaz feelings hurt cuz we did lock the gameSewin up all box of caines, from younga G`scuz IDs`ll keep some pocket changeAnd it`s strange hows a nigga I who his way inLeave a nigga six feet deep peepin outta casketBaskets lay inSway in, up in the wind like thee American flagHell I`m out to bury the fagFuckin around wit us G`s, a nigga gonna get toe-taggedGet drag, from block-to-block, city-to-city, and state-to-stateFrom the Mil-est, to realist, the killest just countin cake[Chorus 2: repeat 2X]We ride `till we die, ball `till we fallWhile all G`s agree, intense a flea, with me, Twista and fuck up mallAnd the loss, motherfucka betta check myHit em up with the tech 9Betta keep my gun off, safteyWhile they try`n to chase meYou know a nigga go `till the next time[Twista]Let me get a lil somethin straight with you hoeOnce a slip in the clip, don`t stop trippinI been a need to floss in the cars I be whipinCuz a motherfucka be constaintly tippinI mean uh constaintly trippinCould be off the block nuthin too much of that buggedinYou can get your uncles, brothers, nieces, nephews, and cousinsAnd we still gon` be buggin`nEnough of that, I`m (?) emBreak a hollow point off in your assHow you gon` take (?) when you been out for yearsYou must have been lost in your pastBetta get your shit straight JoeMe and my guy don`t borrow none, stuck penny with the llelloWhen the cops come lay lowGoin shoppin for my work cuz dependin on how the day goWishin bitches at security that`ll blast your assFor the needle sacks `n the scratchGo ahead try to stick up the spotThey be trippin when the bitch up the glockCocked for the packsTake a body like we sure shouldEmpty out the crib on the haters, it be no goodNothin heavy with the cold woodStrangle weed is forever we`ll go at with the whole hoodShow em again and my sanctionNiggas stankinAfter plenty dank `n drankinI don`t know what the fuck they was thankinPeep the bank and a niggas like spendin Benjamin FranklinsShould have came {pause} causiousNigga fully nausiousNow you bout to die when I`m highCuz (?)Coo Coo with the Two TwoTo the tech nine, rise to the sky, ride `till we dieChorus 2: 2x[Coo Coo Cal]A nigga ball `till we fall, hell, ride till we dieFuck around with top-notch hoes,sippin on Don and mo` smoke pounds of killahYeah high as fuck but I bet them hoes maintainSet em up with the 6 figure nigga the bigger the bangSide hit with dank, them hoes is gameTame like a Pit niggaGame for the tricksAny nigga that floss or toss fo` a lil change,On the range gettin gamed by the bitchWith a chain and a fistTearin off all niggas that hold or notBigger the knotWe clockDon`t (?) thatRead datNeed pistols, techs, and glocksShot them, got clothesCuz we don` riled the hoesNow I`m gone in the windIn the bone wit the ginBurn the rubber off brand new Vo`s, supposeA nigga wouldn`t leakin well I probably stop, notI`m totin this big .45, inscribed, to rip your spotCops, done killed a nigga softly with a can of snitchBoss playazI`m keepin a nigga in the crosshairsAnd smoke the bitchSwitch up for nuthin, nigga I`m dirty fo` lifeGotta try to seizeTheseKi`s from these a G`s niggasCuz wereChorus 1: 2x

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