Still Ride Till We Die

Coo Coo Cal

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    Chorus: 2x
    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' itdown
    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 saythat
    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: 2x]
    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 raindrops
    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

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    [Chorus:2x]
    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 andloosin'
    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:4x]
    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

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    Composición: Luis Diaz

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