Coo Coo Cal feat. Twista



Ride Till We Die

While all G's agree, intense a flea, with me, Infinite and fuck up mall

And the loss, motherfucka 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 nigga go 'till the next time



[Verse 1: Coo Coo Cal]

A nigga ride 'till we die, hell, ball till me fall

Fuck 'round wit nuthin but G's,

Flip'n it-ly, snoop keys with d'z and white walls

Night y'all, try to fuckin mind

Betta call two niggaz with a least two nines

And get ready to melt from all this hot-ass iron, that we find

I ain't lyin,

motherfucka that bullshit it, nuthin

Got a full clip in, dump

But no any nigga out here startin somethin

motherfucka set trendz 'n let his ends stack from the flo' to the ceilin

Infinite 45 (?) house, mergin-splergin, and count these millions

Niggaz 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 nigga I who his way in

Leave a nigga 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 fag

Fuckin around wit us G's, a nigga gonna get toe-tagged

Get drag, from block-to-block, city-to-city, and state-to-state

From the Mil-est, to realist, the killest just countin cake



[Chorus 2: repeat 2X]

We ride 'till we die, ball 'till we fall

While all G's agree, intense a flea, with me, Twista and fuck up mall

And the loss, motherfucka 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 nigga go 'till the next time



[Twista]

Let me get a lil somethin straight with you hoe

Once a slip in the clip, don't stop trippin

I been a need to floss in the cars I be whipin

Cuz a motherfucka be constaintly tippin

I mean uh 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' be buggin'n

Enough of that, I'm (?) em

Break a hollow point off in your ass

How you gon' take (?) when you been out for years

You must have been lost in your past

Betta get your shit straight Joe

Me and my guy don't borrow none, stuck penny with the llello

When the cops come lay low

Goin shoppin for my work cuz dependin on how the day go

Wishin bitches at security that'll blast your ass

For the needle sacks 'n the scratch

Go ahead try to stick up the spot

They be trippin when the bitch up the glock

Cocked for the packs

Take a body like we sure should

Empty out the crib 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

Niggas stankin

After plenty dank 'n drankin

I don't know what the fuck they was thankin

Peep the bank and a niggas like spendin Benjamin Franklins

Should have came {pause} causious

Nigga fully nausious

Now you bout to die when I'm high

Cuz (?)

Coo Coo with the Two Two

To the tech nine, rise to the sky, ride 'till we die



Chorus 2: 2x



[Coo Coo Cal]

A nigga ball 'till we fall, hell, ride till we die

Fuck around with top-notch hoes,

sippin on Don and mo' smoke pounds of killah

Yeah high as fuck but I bet them hoes maintain

Set em up with the 6 figure nigga the bigger the bang

Side hit with dank, them hoes is game

Tame like a Pit nigga

Game for the tricks

Any nigga that floss or toss fo' a lil change,

On the range gettin gamed by the bitch

With a chain and a fist

Tearin off all niggas that hold or not

Bigger the knot

We clock

Don't (?) that

Read dat

Need pistols, techs, 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 nigga wouldn't leakin well I probably stop, not

I'm totin this big .45, inscribed, to rip your spot

Cops, done killed a nigga softly with a can of snitch

Boss playaz

I'm keepin a nigga in the crosshairs

And smoke the bitch

Switch up for nuthin, nigga I'm dirty fo' life

Gotta try to seize

These

Ki's from these a G's niggas

Cuz were



Chorus 1: 2x