Coo Coo Cal

Coo Coo Cal - Still Ride Till We Die lyrics

(feat. Twista)

[Chorus: x2]

Still ride till we die,

still ball till we fall

See me and Twista up in this bitch,

and we figurin' we ride on all of ya'll

Don't even stallin' ya'll

Givin' the people hall-to-hall

Even bustas can't get it on but playa wit all my dawgs

[Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal]

From the Mil to the Chi I ain't gon' lie dawg we holdin' it down

We rollin' now

Defeated the streets, on lyrics and beats and they owe us now

The rest of the world is slowin' down,

Tryin' to hold us back,

They pissed

Cuz we don' got on all these damn discs,

and holdin' stacks

Act like ya'll suppose (?) stop hatin'

Nigga the world is tired of waitin',

on a nigga like Coo Coo Cal and Twista spittin' on your station

Ya'll facin' drama that I'm gonna kick up

Strapped in the back of a pickup

Workin and jerkin that faulty five like I had [quick pause] hiccups

I'm gonna rip this shit up

From limb-to-limb,

Nigga twenty-four hours

Ten-to-ten,

when you tired of hearin' my song it's gonna get spinned again

I fuck wit Infine and them, and we stay strapped

From way back in the days, slippin', can't even pay nobody to say that

Ha, this is the payback from the dawn helped the Mid West

And West say I'm (?) how bout the East say that kid's fresh

Yes nigga, the Midwest is takin' over

And Candy Coupes and (?) 600 Benz and some Range Rover

[Chorus: x2]

Still ride till we die,

still ball till we fall

See me and Twista up in this bitch,

and we figurin' we ride on all of ya'll

Don't even stallin' ya'll

Givin' the people hall-to-hall

Midwest is takin' over playa wit all my dawgs

[Verse 2: Twista]

C'mon then, safe the bud for my(?)

Kill a nigga (?)

street creature

Swisher Sweet cheafa

the reafer wit the heat seeka

on my street sweeper

bloody body leaka

ki keepa, 20-pound holda

high rolla

white rhino wit some doisha

I'ma mighty ol' soulja

(?)

Can you find any licks that'll match my mixture

For the scripture

Bet a nigga spent cha

When my crew mob up thicka-n-thicka

Whoever don't show love I can shower you wit slugs like rain drops

Bullets if you use your brain box

No saftey on the automatic gun, I can't stop

Coo Coo Cal and Twista bitch

Smokin stuff stankin like pissin shit

Disappear like (?) cliques

After we don' mask up and hit some licks

Rollin' up too thick (?) janks

And we got them thangs

Don't block the Midwest, time to lock this game

Without the G-House ya'll lames

Cuz we got

(Every lil thang you want)

Thug niggaz'll still,

pound the pills,

bricks 'n bitches on fifty, thirsty for mills

We got

(Every lil thang you need)

Lay down on the table

Connects like cabel

Where the pen and label

So fuck a record deal

[Chorus: x2]

Still ride till we die,

still ball till we fall

See me and Twista up in this bitch,

and we figurin' we ride on all of ya'll

Don't even stallin' ya'll

Givin' the people hall-to-hall

Midwest is takin' over playa wit all my dawgs

[Verse 3: Twista]

Is it all an illusion

Or does Coo Coo and Twista cause confusion

We ballin' and bruisin'

Drop the shit that get you all in the mood and you stall and loosin'

Well I chop Carache like karate

Steady on a lick like Gotti

Bustin' off a shottie

From a black (?)

It's gonna bruise your body

Move your body

Lodi-to the-dodi

Bring the hottie, to the party

But if you come wit lights on then it might be a robbery

Crisis for the prices, ices

Get up when you see chrome devices

I'm righteous and I like this

But if you get outta line I'ma leave you lifeless nigga

[Coo Coo Cal]

And I'm gonna do you righteous

Might just, buy your wife that black dress

A lesson learned wit a soft turn,

niggaz get burned fuckin wit the Midwest

Wit the smell of flesh, on Highway 94 from Milwaukee to Chicago

See anything in our path it's down to get bobbed hoe

Cuz we like to mob roll, wit them .50 cal

See me and Twista,

get this mutha fucka crackin' and shut your city down

Really now, ain't no mutha fucka stoppin' this

Why you waitin' and hatin',

Keep skatin' on them daytons nigga droppin' hits

[Chorus: x4]

Still ride till we die,

still ball till we fall

See me and Twista up in this bitch,

and we figurin' we ride on all of ya'll

Don't even stallin' ya'll

Givin' the people hall-to-hall

Midwest is takin' over playa wit all my dawgs [echo: 4th time thru]

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