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This is dedicated to you |
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You and you |
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[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking] |
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So you wanna spread a lot of talk about my city Milwaukee huh |
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All that talk about Laverne and Shirley |
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Happy Days, all that bullshit |
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What the ***** ya think, ain't no niggaz here |
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We got something fo ya mutha *****as |
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I got something fo ya mutha *****as |
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[Chorus] |
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You've been hatin' on my city fo a while |
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Now we had to shout y'all down |
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And if you don't let us thru the do' |
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We gonna go get the 4-4 |
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Oh act like you didn't know |
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From you bustas to you suckas to you hoes |
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I know one thang fo sho |
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Betta not bring your ass around my city |
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[Coo Coo Cal talking] |
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All my Thug P niggaz, all my Hillside niggaz |
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All my Lincoln Park niggaz, all my tre-8 niggaz |
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[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking] |
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All my 4-5 niggaz, all my 2-6 niggaz |
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My tre-4 niggaz, my 4-8 niggaz |
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[Coo Coo Cal talking] |
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All my Eastside niggaz, all my Northline nigaz |
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All my Parklawn niggaz, all my North Meadow niggaz |
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[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking] |
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All my Hillside niggaz, my 2-8 niggaz |
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My 2nd & Keith niggaz, all my Rest In Peace niggaz |
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[Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal] |
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It's Milwaukee Wis-consin, stompin' over the game of rap |
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Got lil' pimp in us, (?) got game and a strap |
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It's where the thugs stay and drugs lay |
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But hungry hoes will pack your shit and turn some tricks |
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cuz we won't budge babe, we play the game till the last quarter |
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If money drop like the spot then you can't leave till the last boulder |
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We gettin' older, and wise 'n rise wit advengance |
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Puttin away then 'lacs and comin back slid'n in dem Benz's |
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We blowin' up like the World Trade |
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Half of the scratch we pack, |
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come from rap, and all the rest your girl made |
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So if we don't see you at the top |
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wavin' hangin outta drop dawg |
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bumpin one of my songs that got the game on lock |
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Top of the charts with this hardest rap |
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It's Coo Coo Cal chap representin Milwaukee where I started at |
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Whoever thought of that of us bubblin up like champaigne |
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Ridin' thru your city on dem thangs nigga, fo real |
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[Chorus] |
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Ain't been to the city in awhile |
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Now we had to shout y'all down |
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And if you don't let us thru the do' |
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We'll have to go and get the 4-4 |
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Oh act like y'all didn't know |
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From the west to the sucka city hoes |
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I know one thang fo sho |
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Ya betta not bring your ass hoe |
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[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking] |
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All my 2-9 niggaz, my 8-tre niggaz |
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All my 1-4, 1-5, and 1-9 niggaz |
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[Coo Coo Cal talking] |
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All my 86 niggaz, my 6-tre niggaz |
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My 2-4 niggaz and my 1-9 nigga |
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[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking] |
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All my eye-to-eye niggaz, my stumpdown niggaz |
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My Infinite 4-5 niggaz and Block Mob niggaz |
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[Coo Coo Cal talking] |
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All my O.P. niggaz, my PPD niggaz |
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My 2-7 niggaz, and dem 4-5 niggaz |
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[Verse 2: Mr. Do It 2 Death] |
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Nigga, ***** what ya heard, Milwaukee County 'till they down me |
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Do It 2 Death Midwest you know how my town be niggaz |
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Big pimpin', ridin' 20 inches |
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Twerkin in Excursion, workin dem thirty-sixes |
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Pimps up, hoes down... Kenny Ivy |
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All the niggaz be-sheist hoes, greezy-grimmy |
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Love my city these streets remind me |
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All the days I used to hustla wit dem D's behind me |
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Hello, niggaz still ghetto, still playin' games |
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Still Jheri-curled up, still slang 'caine |
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Milwaukee County niggaz here now, still gone change |
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We the last niggaz to get in this game, holla |
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[Chorus] |
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Ain't been to the city in awhile |
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Now we had to shout y'all down |
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And if you don't let us thru the do' |
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We'll have to go and get the 4-4 |
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Oh act like y'all didn't know |
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From the west to the sucka city hoes |
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I know one thang fo sho |
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Ya betta not bring your ass hoe |
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All my Green Bay niggaz, my Racine niggaz |
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My K-Town niggaz and my Madison niggaz |
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All my Southside niggaz, my L.K. niggaz |
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My mexicano, latino, ese niggaz |
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All my "Peek-a-boo" niggaz, my Waupan niggaz |
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My Dodge County niggaz and my H-O-C niggaz |
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All my Brookfield niggaz, my Fox Spring niggaz |
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My Brown Deer (?) and River Hills niggaz |
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Ain't been to the city in awhile |
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Now we had to shout ya'll down |
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And if you don't let us thru the do' |
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We'll have to go and get the 4-4 |
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Oh act like ya'll didn't know |
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From the west to the sucka city hoes |
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I know one thang fo sho |
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Ya betta not bring your ass hoe |
