paroles de chanson Ride Till We Die - Coo Coo Cal
F/
Twista
[Chorus
1:
repeat
2X]
We
ride
'till
we
die,
ball
'till
we
fall
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
Album
Walkin' Dead
1 Ride Till We Die
2 Game Still Recognize Game
3 Take It How You Like
4 Walkin' Dead
5 Skit
6 A Penny 4 Your Thoughts
7 Ain Shit Changed
8 Real G's
9 Set Up Shop
10 Grimreaper - Prelude
11 Grimreaper
12 News Breaks
13 Tha Shit
14 A Dime A Dozen - Prelude
15 A Dime A Dozen
16 No Mercy
17 Money Makes The World Go Crazy
18 Make A Mil
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