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This is dedicated to you
You and you
[Mr. Do It 2 Death talking]
So you wanna spread a lot of talk about my city Milwaukee huh
All that talk about Laverne and Shirley
Happy Days, all that bullshit
What the fuck ya think, ain`t no niggaz here
We got something fo ya mutha fuckas
I got something fo ya mutha fuckas
[Chorus]
You`ve been hatin` on my city fo a while
Now we had to shout y`all down
And if you don`t let us thru the do`
We gonna go get the 4-4
Oh act like you didn`t know
From you bustas to you suckas to you hoes
I know one thang fo sho
Betta not bring your ass around my city
[Coo Coo Cal talking]
All my Thug P niggaz, all my Hillside niggaz
All my Lincoln 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 Parklawn 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
cuz we won`t budge babe, 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
It`s Coo Coo Cal chap 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 y`all down
And if you don`t let us thru the do`
We`ll have to go and get the 4-4
Oh act like y`all didn`t know
From the west to the sucka 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, fuck 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... Kenny 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
