My Projects ( Remix)

Coo Coo Cal

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    [Coo Coo Cal]
    In my projects: 5x

    [Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal]
    Dawg my projects is sweet
    Got strappin' up by the cut
    Patrollin' the damn block like we walkin' the B
    Talkin' to freaks on the spot-down
    Yeah we gettin' action
    And we taxin' to their ass like some clock hound
    Who run the block now? The M-I-L
    And if a nigga don' thru dat dawg he done BEEN-BY-HELL
    But its my hood 'n gotta GET-MY-MAIL
    If a nigga locked-up fo bustin' they gone SEND-MY-BAIL
    And you got half of the apparell to back in
    Soldiers (?) enough they cryin' comin' wit Mac-10s
    Chin-checkin on their dizzay, uh
    Can't leave until they see somebody breathin, I say "I'mstrizzay"
    Always act like cizzay, I say "fo sho", ha
    Now got foul on this wet-ass floor for the 10-to-4
    Ya'll betta give the hood respect
    Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects

    [Chorus:1x - Coo Coo Cal]
    In my projects
    My projects 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 projects 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

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    [Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
    You can call me state and raised, got state-paid
    From the city from the M-I-A, in the County of Dade
    To the wall to the alley
    To the six to the sixth cell
    You in the middle of the Pokebean Projects playa
    We don't do dumb shit, we run shit
    Gangbang and X, weed, and 'caine to slang
    Thug Life but we live dangerous
    And we hate (?), tinted window'll leave your head bangin
    Momma was a playa
    Daddy was a playa
    And yeah they had me, the mutha fuckin playa
    So if it weren't for the ghetto, what would I be?
    A mobsta flaw, or even OD
    But I'ma OG an Ol' P-L-A without the Y
    Cuz I'm watched by the FBI
    But I'm goodfella and untouchable
    And mo' tephlon and you can't touch me bwoy

    [Chorus: 1x]

    [Verse 3: Kurupt]
    I got 17 shots in the 4
    Hop in the 4
    You ain't where I'm from then your shop'll get closed
    Shoppin' fo' clothes
    Shoppin' fo hoes, but don't pay
    Might smile and joke, but we don't play
    Some niggaz (?) and toke, but they don't spray
    And if we don't roll and smoke, the hoes don't stay
    In my projects shit happen everyday
    And even if you ain't trippin' you can get it anyway
    But anyway, walkin on foot I'm still gon' ride
    And even if you don't see me, niggaz still go hide
    (?) on they head these bars
    Know these stars, pay bills and buy cars
    In my projects the way controversy (?) we talk wit our hands
    Escape one time, twice skipped court and I ran
    Niggas bananas, red and blue bandanas
    Had the news come in advancements

    [Chorus:1x - Coo Coo Cal]
    In my projects
    My projects 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 projects 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

    [Verse 4:(?)]
    Ya betta holla at cha boy I'm bout that project livin'
    First of the (month) ready to (stunt) and try to make a million
    Ghetto dollaz outta fifteen cents
    I got whatever you need, from A-to-Z in my residence
    DVD's and flat-screen TV's
    A Big Boy leather sofa that cost about six g's
    I know it's hard to believe but you can get it in the ghetto
    If they sell it in the ghetto
    But ain't no credit in the ghetto
    Uh, So keep your Visa and American Express
    The only (?) is cash, food stamps, and welfare checks
    I like my freaks out the project stout
    Bootylicious, hard head, wit a smart-ass mouth
    Uh, I like my chicken and bologna fried hard
    We project livin', ain't no grass in the yard
    Don't get it twisted me and my kinfold livin' large
    You see the po-po get the hell outta Dodge

    [Chorus: 1x]
    In my projects

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