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Coo Coo Cal - Ride Till We Die lyrics
f/ Twista [Chorus 1: repeat 2X] We ride 'till we die, ball 'till we fall While all G's agree, intense a flea, with me, Infinite and fuck up mall And the loss, motherfucka betta check my Hit em up with the tech 9 Betta keep my gun off, saftey While they try'n to chase me You know a nigga go 'till the next time [Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal] A nigga ride 'till we die, hell, ball till me fall Fuck 'round wit nuthin but G's, Flip'n it-ly, snoop keys with d'z and white walls Night y'all, try to fuckin mind Betta call two niggaz with a least two nines And get ready to melt from all this hot-ass iron, that we find I ain't lyin, motherfucka that bullshit it, nuthin Got a full clip in, dump But no any nigga out here startin somethin motherfucka set trendz 'n let his ends stack from the flo' to the ceilin Infinite 45 (?) house, mergin-splergin, and count these millions Niggaz feelings hurt cuz we did lock the game Sewin up all box of caines, from younga G's cuz IDs'll keep some pocket change And it's strange hows a nigga I who his way in Leave a nigga six feet deep peepin outta casket Baskets lay in Sway in, up in the wind like thee American flag Hell I'm out to bury the fag Fuckin around wit us G's, a nigga gonna get toe-tagged Get drag, from block-to-block, city-to-city, and state-to-state From the Mil-est, to realist, the killest just countin cake [Chorus 2: repeat 2X] We ride 'till we die, ball 'till we fall While all G's agree, intense a flea, with me, Twista and fuck up mall And the loss, motherfucka betta check my Hit em up with the tech 9 Betta keep my gun off, saftey While they try'n to chase me You know a nigga go 'till the next time [Twista] Let me get a lil somethin straight with you hoe Once a slip in the clip, don't stop trippin I been a need to floss in the cars I be whipin Cuz a motherfucka be constaintly tippin I mean uh constaintly trippin Could be off the block nuthin too much of that buggedin You can get your uncles, brothers, nieces, nephews, and cousins And we still gon' be buggin'n Enough of that, I'm (?) em Break a hollow point off in your ass How you gon' take (?) when you been out for years You must have been lost in your past Betta get your shit straight Joe Me and my guy don't borrow none, stuck penny with the llello When the cops come lay low Goin shoppin for my work cuz dependin on how the day go Wishin bitches at security that'll blast your ass For the needle sacks 'n the scratch Go ahead try to stick up the spot They be trippin when the bitch up the glock Cocked for the packs Take a body like we sure should Empty out the crib on the haters, it be no good Nothin heavy with the cold wood Strangle weed is forever we'll go at with the whole hood Show em again and my sanction Niggas stankin After plenty dank 'n drankin I don't know what the fuck they was thankin Peep the bank and a niggas like spendin Benjamin Franklins Should have came {pause causious Nigga fully nausious Now you bout to die when I'm high Cuz (?) Coo Coo with the Two Two To the tech nine, rise to the sky, ride 'till we die Chorus 2: 2x [Coo Coo Cal] A nigga ball 'till we fall, hell, ride till we die Fuck around with top-notch hoes, sippin on Don and mo' smoke pounds of killah Yeah high as fuck but I bet them hoes maintain Set em up with the 6 figure nigga the bigger the bang Side hit with dank, them hoes is game Tame like a Pit nigga Game for the tricks Any nigga that floss or toss fo' a lil change, On the range gettin gamed by the bitch With a chain and a fist Tearin off all niggas that hold or not Bigger the knot We clock Don't (?) that Read dat Need pistols, techs, and glocks Shot them, got clothes Cuz we don' riled the hoes Now I'm gone in the wind In the bone wit the gin Burn the rubber off brand new Vo's, suppose A nigga wouldn't leakin well I probably stop, not I'm totin this big .45, inscribed, to rip your spot Cops, done killed a nigga softly with a can of snitch Boss playaz I'm keepin a nigga in the crosshairs And smoke the bitch Switch up for nuthin, nigga I'm dirty fo' life Gotta try to seize These Ki's from these a G's niggas Cuz were Chorus 1: 2x |
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