Coo Coo Cal - Ride Till We Die lyrics

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Coo Coo Cal - Ride Till We Die lyrics

[Hook 1: repeat 2X] We ride 'till we die, ball 'till we fall While all G's agree, intense a flea, with me, Infinite and f** up mall And the loss, motherf**a betta check my Hit em up with the tech 9 Betta keep my gun off, saftey While they try'n to chase me You know a n***a go 'till the next time [Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal] A n***a ride 'till we die, hell, ball till me fall f** 'round wit nuthin but G's Flip'n it-ly, snoop keys with d'z and white walls Night y'all, try to f**in mind Betta call two n***as with a least two nines And get ready to melt from all this hot-a** iron, that we find I ain't lyin Motherf**a that bullsh** it, nuthin Got a full clip in, dump But no any n***a out here startin somethin Motherf**a set trendz 'n let his ends stack from the flo' to the ceilin Infinite 45 (?) house, mergin-splergin, and count these millions n***as feelings hurt cuz we did lock the game Sewin up all box of caines, from younga G's Cuz IDs'll keep some pocket change And it's strange hows a n***a I who his way in Leave a n***a six feet deep peepin outta casket Baskets lay in Sway in, up in the wind like thee American flag Hell I'm out to bury the f*g f**in around wit us G's, a n***a gonna get toe-tagged Get drag, from block-to-block, city-to-city, and state-to-state From the Mil-est, to realist, the k**est just countin cake [Hook 2: repeat 2X] We ride 'till we die, ball 'till we fall While all G's agree, intense a flea, with me, Twista and f** up mall And the loss, motherf**a betta check my Hit em up with the tech 9 Betta keep my gun off, saftey While they try'n to chase me You know a n***a go 'till the next time [Twista] Let me get a lil somethin straight with you ho Once I slip in the clip, don't stop trippin My ability to floss in the cars I be whipin Cuz a motherf**a be constaintly tippin A n***a constaintly trippin Could be off the block nuthin too much of that buggedin You can get your uncles, brothers, nieces, nephews, and cousins And we still gon' still be bludgeonin' em Like the Dirty Dozen and 'em Break a hollow point off in your a** How you gon' take (?) when you been out for years You must have been lost in your past Betta get your sh** straight Joe Me and my guy don't borrow none, stuck penny with the yeyo When the cops come lay low Goin shoppin for my work cuz dependin on how the day go Wit some b**hes on security that'll blast your a** For the needle sacks 'n the scratch Go ahead try to stick up the spot They be trippin when the b**h up the Glock co*ked for the packs Take a body like we sure should Empty out the clip on the haters, it be no good Nothin heavy with the cold wood Strangle weed is forever we'll go at with the whole hood Show em again and my sanction n***as stankin After plenty dank 'n drankin I don't know what the f** they was thankin Peep the Lincoln, a n***a stackin plenty Benjamin Franklins Should have came {pause} cautious Now you're feelin nauseous Now you bout to die when I'm high Cuz these n***as is Coo Coo with the .22 To the tech nine, rise to the sky, ride 'till we die Chorus 2: 2x [Coo Coo Cal] A n***a ball 'till we fall, hell, ride till we die f** around with top-notch hoes Sippin on Don and mo' smoke pounds of k**ah Yeah high as f** but I bet them hoes maintain Set em up with the 6 figure n***a the bigger the bang Side hit with dank, them hoes is game Tame like a Pit n***a Game for the tricks Any n***a that floss or toss a lil change On the range gettin gamed by the b**h With a chain and a fist Tearin off all n***as that hold or not Bigger the knot we clock Donate to the needy, greedy n***as wit Tecs and Glocks Shot them, got clothes Cuz we don' riled the hoes Now I'm gone in the wind In the bone wit the gin Burn the rubber off brand new Vo's, suppose A n***a wouldn't leakin well I probably stop, not I'm totin this big .45, inscribed, to rip your spot Cops, done k**ed a n***a softly with a can of snitch Boss playaz I'm keepin a n***a in the crosshairs And smoke the b**h Switch up for nuthin, n***a I'm dirty fo' life Gotta try to seize these keys from us G n***as Cuz were Chorus 1: 2x

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