- Votes:
- Composers:
- Roger Frederick Cook
- Roger John Reginald Greenaway
 
- Tags:
- rap
 
- See also:
Coo Coo Cal - Dedication lyrics
[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]
 So you wanna spread alot of talk about my city Milwaukee huh
 All that talk about Laverne and Shirley
 Happy Days, all that bullshit
 What the f**k ya think, ain't no niggaz here
 We got something fo ya mutha f**kas
 I got something fo ya mutha f**kas
 [Chorus]
 Ain't been to the city in awhile
 Now we had to shout ya'll down
 And if you don't let us thru the do'
 We'll have to go and get the 4-4
 Oh act like you didn't know
 (?) hoes
 I know one thang fo sho
 Betta not bring your ass hoe
 [Coo Coo Cal talking]
 All my Thug P niggaz
 All my Hillside niggaz
 All my (?) Park niggaz
 All my tre-8 niggaz
 [Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]
 All my 4-5 niggaz
 All my 2-6 niggaz
 My tre-4 niggaz
 My 4-8 niggaz
 [Coo Coo Cal talking]
 All my Eastside niggaz
 All my Northline nigaz
 All my Park 9 niggaz
 All my North Meadow niggaz
 [Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]
 All my Hillside niggaz
 My 2-8 niggaz
 My 2nd & Keith niggaz
 All my Rest In Peace niggaz
 [Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal]
 It's Milwaukee Wis-consin, stompin' over the game of rap
 Got lil' pimp in us, (?) got game and a strap
 It's where the thugs stay and drugs lay
 But hungry hoes will pack your shit and turn some tricks(?)
 We play the game till the last quarter
 If money drop like the spot then you can't leave till the last
 boulder
 We gettin' older, and wise 'n rise wit advengance
 Puttin away then 'lacs and comin back slid'n in dem Benz's
 We blowin' up like the World Trade
 Half of the scratch we pack,
 come from rap, and all the rest your girl made
 So if we don't see you at the top
 wavin' hangin outta drop dawg
 bumpin one of my songs that got the game on lock
 Top of the charts with this hardest rap
 Coo Coo Cal - Dedication - http://motolyrics.com/coo-coo-cal/dedication-lyrics.html
 It's Coo Coo Cal child representin Milwaukee where I started at
 Whoever thought of that of us bubblin up like champaigne
 Ridin' thru your city on dem thangs nigga, fo real
 [Chorus]
 Ain't been to the city in awhile
 Now we had to shout ya'll down
 And if you don't let us thru the do'
 We'll have to go and get the 4-4
 Oh act like ya'll didn't know
 (?) city hoes
 I know one thang fo sho
 Ya betta not bring your ass hoe
 [Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]
 All my 2-9 niggaz
 My 8-tre niggaz
 All my 1-4, 1-5, and 1-9 niggaz
 [Coo Coo Cal talking]
 All my 86 niggaz
 My 6-tre niggaz
 My 2-4 niggaz
 and my 1-9 nigga
 [Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]
 All my eye-to-eye niggaz
 My stumpdown niggaz
 My Infinite 4-5 niggaz
 and Block Mob niggaz
 [Coo Coo Cal talking]
 All my O.P. niggaz
 My PPD niggaz
 My 2-7 niggaz, and dem 4-5 niggaz
 [Verse 2: Mr. Do It 2 Death]
 Nigga, f**k what ya heard, Milwaukee County 'till they down me
 Do It 2 Death Midwest you know how my town be niggaz
 Big pimpin', ridin' 20 inches
 Twerkin in Excursion, workin dem thirty-sixes
 Pimps up, hoes down, canny-ivy
 All the niggaz be-sheist hoes, greezy-grimmy
 Love my city these streets remind me
 All the days I used to hustla wit dem D's behind me
 Hello, niggaz still ghetto, still playin' games
 Still Jheri-curled up, still slang 'caine
 Milwaukee County niggaz here now, still gone change
 We the last niggaz to get in this game, holla
 [Chorus]
 Ain't been to the city in awhile
 Now we had to shout ya'll down
 And if you don't let us thru the do'
 We'll have to go and get the 4-4
 Oh act like ya'll didn't know
 (?) city hoes
 I know one thang fo sho
 Ya betta not bring your ass hoe

















