Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still Ride Till We Die , by - Coo Coo Cal. Release date: 17.09.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still Ride Till We Die |
| Still ride till we die, |
| still ball till we fall |
| See me and Twista up in this bitch, |
| and we figurin’we ride on all of ya’ll |
| Don’t even stallin’ya’ll |
| Givin’the people hall-to-hall |
| Even bustas can’t get it on but playa wit all my dawgs |
| From the Mil to the Chi I ain’t gon’lie dawg we holdin’it down |
| We rollin’now |
| Defeated the streets, on lyrics and beats and they owe us now |
| The rest of the world is slowin’down, |
| Tryin’to hold us back, |
| They pissed |
| Cuz we don’got on all these damn discs, |
| and holdin’stacks |
| Act like ya’ll suppose (?) stop hatin' |
| Nigga the world is tired of waitin', |
| on a nigga like Coo Coo Cal and Twista spittin’on your station |
| Ya’ll facin’drama that I’m gonna kick up Strapped in the back of a pickup |
| Workin and jerkin that faulty five like I had hiccups |
| I’m gonna rip this shit up From limb-to-limb, |
| Nigga twenty-four hours |
| Ten-to-ten, |
| when you tired of hearin’my song it’s gonna get spinned again |
| I fuck wit Infine and them, and we stay strapped |
| From way back in the days, slippin', can’t even pay nobody to say that |
| Ha, this is the payback from the dawn helped the Mid West |
| And West say I’m (?) how bout the East say that kid’s fresh |
| Yes nigga, the Midwest is takin’over |
| And Candy Coupes and (?) 600 Benz and some Range Rover |
| Still ride till we die, |
| still ball till we fall |
| See me and Twista up in this bitch, |
| and we figurin’we ride on all of ya’ll |
| Don’t even stallin’ya’ll |
| Givin’the people hall-to-hall |
| Midwest is takin’over playa wit all my dawgs |
| C’mon then, safe the bud for my (?) |
| Kill a nigga (?) |
| street creature |
| Swisher Sweet cheafa |
| the reafer wit the heat seeka |
| on my street sweeper |
| bloody body leaka |
| ki keepa, 20-pound holda |
| high rolla |
| white rhino wit some doisha |
| I’ma mighty ol’soulja |
| Can you find any licks that’ll match my mixture |
| For the scripture |
| Bet a nigga spent cha |
| When my crew mob up thicka-n-thicka |
| Whoever don’t show love I can shower you wit slugs like rain drops |
| Bullets if you use your brain box |
| No saftey on the automatic gun, I can’t stop |
| Coo Coo Cal and Twista bitch |
| Smokin stuff stankin like pissin shit |
| Disappear like (?) cliques |
| After we don’mask up and hit some licks |
| Rollin’up too thick (?) janks |
| And we got them thangs |
| Don’t block the Midwest, time to lock this game |
| Without the G-House ya’ll lames |
| Cuz we got |
| (Every lil thang you want) |
| Thug niggaz’ll still, |
| pound the pills, |
| bricks 'n bitches on fifty, thirsty for mills |
| We got |
| (Every lil thang you need) |
| Lay down on the table |
| Connects like cabel |
| Where the pen and label |
| So fuck a record deal |
| Still ride till we die, |
| still ball till we fall |
| See me and Twista up in this bitch, |
| and we figurin’we ride on all of ya’ll |
| Don’t even stallin’ya’ll |
| Givin’the people hall-to-hall |
| Midwest is takin’over playa wit all my dawgs |
| Is it all an illusion |
| Or does Coo Coo and Twista cause confusion |
| We ballin’and bruisin' |
| Drop the shit that get you all in the mood and you stall and loosin' |
| Well I chop Carache like karate |
| Steady on a lick like Gotti |
| Bustin’off a shottie |
| From a black (?) |
| It’s gonna bruise your body |
| Move your body |
| Lodi-to the-dodi |
| Bring the hottie, to the party |
| But if you come wit lights on then it might be a robbery |
| Crisis for the prices, ices |
| Get up when you see chrome devices |
| I’m righteous and I like this |
| But if you get outta line I’ma leave you lifeless nigga |
| And I’m gonna do you righteous |
| Might just, buy your wife that black dress |
| A lesson learned wit a soft turn, |
| niggaz get burned fuckin wit the Midwest |
| Wit the smell of flesh, on Highway 94 from Milwaukee to Chicago |
| See anything in our path it’s down to get bobbed hoe |
| Cuz we like to mob roll, wit them .50 cal |
| See me and Twista, |
| get this mutha fucka crackin’and shut your city down |
| Really now, ain’t no mutha fucka stoppin’this |
| Why you waitin’and hatin', |
| Keep skatin’on them daytons nigga droppin’hits |
| Still ride till we die, |
| still ball till we fall |
| See me and Twista up in this bitch, |
| and we figurin’we ride on all of ya’ll |
| Don’t even stallin’ya’ll |
| Givin’the people hall-to-hall |
| Midwest is takin’over playa wit all my dawgs (echo:4th time thru) |