Dedication

[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

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