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Coo Coo Cal - My Projects (Amended Version)

My Projects
Coo Coo Cal
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[Intro:]
In my project!

[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', dawg. that's automatic,
We greedy, plus we tryna feed the needy dawgs wit' all the cabbage.
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 through, playa, 'cause all the traffic gettin' minimized,
Cries for help cuz you got carjacked,
Niggas 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.
Y'all betta give the hood respect,
'Cause it pay to play for a day up in my projects.

[Hook:]
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 with this 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 with this clique.

[Verse 2:]
Now let me tell you 'bout them kingpins
Drivin' Y2K Benz on them rims, bringin' 15 in,
They dishin' it out, they keep it in circulation,
They dodgin' the feds, 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, with a 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 piles, throwin' 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.
Y'all betta give the hood respect,
'Cause it pay to play for a day up in my projects.

[Hook:]
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 with this 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 with this clique.

[Verse 3:]
Dawg, go on and sum it up, between the grind with dimes,
Crimes and rhymes, y'all we comin' up
From sundown to sun-up, huh,
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, huh,
Dawg, my projects got taste,
Although the rent ain't nothing 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'.
Y'all betta give the hood respect,
'Cause it pay to play for a day up in my projects.

[Hook:]
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 with this 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 with this clique.

In my projects!

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