Kurupt - My Projects (Remix) lyrics

Projects Worldwide Remix [Coo Coo Cal] In my projects: 5x [Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal] Dawg my projects is sweet Got strappin' up by the cut Patrollin' the damn block like we walkin' the B Talkin' to freaks on the spot-down Yeah we gettin' action And we taxin' to their a** like some clock hound Who run the block now? The M-I-L And if a n***a don' thru dat dawg he done BEEN-BY-HELL But its my hood 'n gotta GET-MY-MAIL If a n***a locked-up fo bustin' they gone SEND-MY-BAIL And you got half of the apparell to back in Soldiers (?) enough they cryin' comin' wit Mac-10s Chin-checkin on their dizzay, uh Can't leave until they see somebody breathin, I say "I'm strizzay" Always act like cizzay, I say "fo sho", ha Now got foul on this wet-a** floor for the 10-to-4 Ya'll betta give the hood respect Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects [Chorus:1x - Coo Coo Cal] In my projects My projects thick In my projects everybody cooks bricks In my projects My projects thick Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique In my projects My projects thick In my projects everybody cooks bricks In my projects My projects thick Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique In my projects [Verse 2: Trick Daddy] You can call me state and raised, got state-paid From the city from the M-I-A, in the County of Dade To the wall to the alley To the six to the sixth cell You in the middle of the Pokebean Projects playa We don't do dumb sh**, we run sh** Gangbang and X, weed, and 'caine to slang Thug Life but we live dangerous And we hate (?), tinted window'll leave your head bangin Momma was a playa Daddy was a playa And yeah they had me, the mutha f**in playa So if it weren't for the ghetto, what would I be? A mobsta flaw, or even OD But I'ma OG an Ol' P-L-A without the Y Cuz I'm watched by the FBI But I'm goodfella and untouchable And mo' tephlon and you can't touch me bwoy [Chorus: 1x] [Verse 3: Kurupt] I got 17 shots in the 4 Hop in the 4 You ain't where I'm from then your shop'll get closed Shoppin' fo' clothes Shoppin' fo hoes, but don't pay Might smile and joke, but we don't play Some n***as (?) and toke, but they don't spray And if we don't roll and smoke, the hoes don't stay In my projects sh** happen everyday And even if you ain't trippin' you can get it anyway But anyway, walkin on foot I'm still gon' ride And even if you don't see me, n***as still go hide (?) on they head these bars Know these stars, pay bills and buy cars In my projects the way controversy (?) we talk wit our hands Escape one time, twice skipped court and I ran n***as bananas, red and blue bandanas Had the news come in advancements [Chorus:1x - Coo Coo Cal] In my projects My projects thick In my projects everybody cooks bricks In my projects My projects thick Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique In my projects My projects thick In my projects everybody cooks bricks In my projects My projects thick Don't come to my projects if you ain't wit dis clique In my projects [Verse 4:(?)] Ya betta holla at cha boy I'm bout that project livin' First of the (month) ready to (stunt) and try to make a million Ghetto dollaz outta fifteen cents I got whatever you need, from A-to-Z in my residence DVD's and flat-screen TV's A Big Boy leather sofa that cost about six g's I know it's hard to believe but you can get it in the ghetto If they sell it in the ghetto But ain't no credit in the ghetto Uh, So keep your Visa and American Express The only (?) is cash, food stamps, and welfare checks I like my freaks out the project stout Bootylicious, hard head, wit a smart-a** mouth Uh, I like my chicken and bologna fried hard We project livin', ain't no gra** in the yard Don't get it twisted me and my kinfold livin' large You see the po-po get the hell outta Dodge [Chorus: 1x] In my projects