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Coo Coo Cal - Disturbed lyrics
Coo Coo Cal Disturbed Crooked thoughts keep running through, my head Got me disturbed (Got me disturbed) [Verse 1] They say I'm mentally, dis-turbed Ya heard Still I kill 'em softly With nothing but words Nouns, pronouns, adjectives and, verbs Still perch on the curb, dogg Ain't nothing changed Except these Muthafuckas dipping all in my business Trying to steal my thangs Ain't gotta say no names Nigga you made your stand Burn up So turn up the volume on that fat bitch Cuz you done played your hand Now I'm bout to fade your man On the deal That's how we do it where we dwell Set the stage And page Fortnum to bring the hell They'll never see it coming Cuz they running From the wrong thang See we got bait So sit back and wait, nigga And collect the change Still want to bang I will go get it I'ma slam a beer, nigga And dat my fucking career You don't know what to do with it I'm like a jewel with it With longevity Coo Coo Cal, muthafucka AKA, nigga Calvin Bellamy Slick muthafuckas done hit a nerve, nigga They claim I'm sick But still bumping my shit And riding my dick So that makes me disturbed (Hook 2) Feeling disturbed Got some thangs on my mind Like the walls is closing And I'm outta time (Mentally dis-turbed) Need some time to think Too much chess going on My mind is blank But I gotta hold on (Hook 1 x2) [Verse 2] They claiming I done lost my mind, nigga And lost my grind But my rhymes designed, nigga Strictly for the struggle Fuck a flosser sign Even though it calls for mine We keeping it real, shit Still up in the ghetto With the fellows, nigga Toting 'em, still See it's bout dollar bill And that's all Black greedy Fat hogs Stumping up through your city With them stacks, y'all And we coming in 'llacs, dogg With pipe guns Paint, flipping Got niggaz tripping Cuz we got the right touch And don't really like much Cuz that's how Steelo Get money Our conversaion broadcast on your station, nigga Fuck a kilo Where we go, we mobbing And any Muthafucka standing in my path, dogg We robbing We can forget get you, dogg Cuz niggaz fishy Might find 'em Stanking in a, muthafuckin alley Smelling up your city Punk bitches done hit a nerve But still Bumping my shit Riding my dick So that makes me disturbed (Hook 2) (Hook 1 x2) |
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