Coo Coo Cal - My Projects Lyrics

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[Hook]

In my project [5x]

[Verse 1]

Dawg my project is sweetin

But if you ain't from where I'm from, like some dawg

Don't come or you gettin beatin

Yeah we cheatin dog that's automatic

We greedy, plus we try'n beat the needy dawg wit all the Cadillacs

Steal from the rich and give to the poor

We sell a few drugs, bust a few slugs, and pimp a few hoes

Don't let us find a bit in higgity

Dawg we turn them into stiggidies

With shorties off in riggidies

So if you ain't from here or wit my guys

Don't even roll thru playa cuz all the traffic gettin minimized

Cries for help cuz you got carjacked

Niggaz roll for a minute then pass it to the hypes to sell the car back

And once she get it, it be stripped down

Thugs, they got your system and your dubs and want your crib now

Ya'll betta give the hood respect

Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects

[Chorus]

In my projects, my project thick

In my projects, everybody cooks bricks

In my projects, my projects thick

Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique

In my projects, my project thick

In my projects, everybody cooks bricks

In my projects, my projects thick

Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique

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[Verse 2]

Now let me tell you bout them kingpins

Droppin Y2K Benz on them rims, bringin 15 in

They dishin it out, they keep it in circulation

They dodgin the Fedz, and suckas is playa hatin

They got the whole hood stacked up

And now the po's walkin on the showroom floor buyin 'Lac Trucks

They stuck in the ghetto by choice

But if they go, it's jacuzzis and condos, where's the Rolls Royce

Now voice your opinion

You heard about the 'War On Drugs'

Now won't you tell me who you think winnin

Spendin money by the pounds flowin' dubs,

On the 'Burbans with the subs,

And they twerkin bumpin Coo Coo Cal

And the hood love hoodrats

On the bus-stop shakin it like it's hot with some good cat

Ya'll betta give the hood respect

Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects

[Chorus]

In my projects, my project thick

In my projects, everybody cooks bricks

In my projects, my projects thick

Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique

In my projects, my project thick

In my projects, everybody cooks bricks

In my projects, my projects thick

Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique

[Verse 3]

Dawg, go on and sum it up between the grind with dimes

Crimes and rhymes, ya'll we comin up

From sundown to sun-up, ha

The block watch, peekin out the attic in case you run up

Wit diamonds and furs, he's and her's

Shoppin sprees with ease to fill up a 2000 Suburb, ha

Dawg my projects got taste,

All that ring ain't nuthin but two-fifty

We sportin five thousand dollar drapes

Makin it happen, wit snappin to avoid that - anchor

Hook me up with plenty tracks to keep a playa rappin

So put my city on the map

Hook me up wit million dollar vocal cords,

I can afford a million on a track

You do the addin and subtractin

Wastin time just to figure out, without a doubt, that we stackin

Ya'll betta give the hood respect

Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects

[Chorus]

In my projects, my project thick

In my projects, everybody cooks bricks

In my projects, my projects thick

Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique

In my projects, my project thick

In my projects, everybody cooks bricks

In my projects, my projects thick

Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique

In my projects [*repeat 5x until end of song*]

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