My Projects ( Remix)

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[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 ass like some clock hound

Who run the block now? The M-I-L

And if a nigga don' thru dat dawg he done BEEN-BY-HELL

But its my hood 'n gotta GET-MY-MAIL

If a nigga 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'mstrizzay"

Always act like cizzay, I say "fo sho", ha

Now got foul on this wet-ass 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 shit, we run shit

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 fuckin 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 niggaz (?) and toke, but they don't spray

And if we don't roll and smoke, the hoes don't stay

In my projects shit 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, niggaz 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

Niggas 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-ass mouth

Uh, I like my chicken and bologna fried hard

We project livin', ain't no grass 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