Coo Coo Cal - Dedication Lyrics
[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking] So you wanna spread alot of talk about my city Milwaukee huh All that talk about Laverne and Shirley Happy Days, all that bullshit What the ***** ya think, ain't no niggaz here We got something fo ya mutha *****as I got something fo ya mutha *****as [Chorus] Ain't been to the city in awhile Now we had to shout ya'll down And if you don't let us thru the do' We'll have to go and get the 4-4 Oh act like you didn't know (?) hoes I know one thang fo sho Betta not bring your ass hoe [Coo Coo Cal talking] All my Thug P niggaz All my Hillside niggaz All my (?) Park niggaz All my tre-8 niggaz [Mr. Do It 2 Death talking] All my 4-5 niggaz All my 2-6 niggaz My tre-4 niggaz My 4-8 niggaz [Coo Coo Cal talking] All my Eastside niggaz All my Northline nigaz All my Park 9 niggaz All my North Meadow niggaz [Mr. Do It 2 Death talking] All my Hillside niggaz My 2-8 niggaz My 2nd & Keith niggaz All my Rest In Peace niggaz [Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal] It's Milwaukee Wis-consin, stompin' over the game of rap Got lil' pimp in us, (?) got game and a strap It's where the thugs stay and drugs lay But hungry hoes will pack your shit and turn some tricks(?) We play the game till the last quarter If money drop like the spot then you can't leave till the last boulder We gettin' older, and wise 'n rise wit advengance Puttin away then 'lacs and comin back slid'n in dem Benz's We blowin' up like the World Trade Half of the scratch we pack, come from rap, and all the rest your girl made So if we don't see you at the top wavin' hangin outta drop dawg bumpin one of my songs that got the game on lock Top of the charts with this hardest rap It's Coo Coo Cal child representin Milwaukee where I started at Whoever thought of that of us bubblin up like champaigne Ridin' thru your city on dem thangs nigga, fo real [Chorus] Ain't been to the city in awhile Now we had to shout ya'll down And if you don't let us thru the do' We'll have to go and get the 4-4 Oh act like ya'll didn't know (?) city hoes I know one thang fo sho Ya betta not bring your ass hoe [Mr. Do It 2 Death talking] All my 2-9 niggaz My 8-tre niggaz All my 1-4, 1-5, and 1-9 niggaz [Coo Coo Cal talking] All my 86 niggaz My 6-tre niggaz My 2-4 niggaz and my 1-9 nigga [Mr. Do It 2 Death talking] All my eye-to-eye niggaz My stumpdown niggaz My Infinite 4-5 niggaz and Block Mob niggaz [Coo Coo Cal talking] All my O.P. niggaz My PPD niggaz My 2-7 niggaz, and dem 4-5 niggaz [Verse 2: Mr. Do It 2 Death] Nigga, ***** what ya heard, Milwaukee County 'till they down me Do It 2 Death Midwest you know how my town be niggaz Big pimpin', ridin' 20 inches Twerkin in Excursion, workin dem thirty-sixes Pimps up, hoes down, canny-ivy All the niggaz be-sheist hoes, greezy-grimmy Love my city these streets remind me All the days I used to hustla wit dem D's behind me Hello, niggaz still ghetto, still playin' games Still Jheri-curled up, still slang 'caine Milwaukee County niggaz here now, still gone change We the last niggaz to get in this game, holla [Chorus] Ain't been to the city in awhile Now we had to shout ya'll down And if you don't let us thru the do' We'll have to go and get the 4-4 Oh act like ya'll didn't know (?) city hoes I know one thang fo sho Ya betta not bring your ass hoe
