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[Chorus: 2x]
Game still recognize game
caught up for a minute
but I still in it for the change
and it's a shame
And everybody thought of slack
I let em know, fo sho
Coo Coo Cal still got much game
[Verse 1]
Still got that drive in my eyes for this rap
And let the city know,
better disappear (?) fear that I weren't comin back
Packed up my pen and paper
Set asside the gin and capers
Called up Big Hank and then he drop a bomb for a big old playa
Competition scared cuz done wrote a rap
All up in the clubs
Illegally makin love tried a (?) mack
We see dem letters from the record shops
Screamin they love the album,
and then get near ten thousand when the next one drop
Haters try to deny the funk, but affected by the bong
They gettin caught up (?) wit my tape on bum
Ya'll shoulda known that I weren't gone
Needa sit back and watch a bunch of squares take a big fat playa throne
I come two quarters slip 'n fall
Besides I gotta gang a trunks
backin me up with pumps, and they all ball
I kinda wanna mention names
Just to let em know, fo sho, Coo Coo Cal still got much game
[Chorus: 2x]
Game still recognize game
caught up for a minute
but I still in it for the change
and it's a shame
And everybody thought of slack
I let em know, fo sho
Coo Coo Cal still got much game
[Verse 2]
Still count the cheese with all dem G's from off the set
And let the city know that I'm out the game
but I still count change on a regular, cashin checks
Ain't nothin change except my dizzalls
And the fact that I don't bizzalls
But I still take shoppin sprees up at the mizzalls, shzzalls
Should've known that I was comin back
Ridin 'Lac on hundred spokes
Runnin with folks that (?) get fools to talk that smack'
I'm in this game until I die
Even the (?) when I'm high
But physically fit
to drop these hits until you hear my cries
Coo Coo Cal now,
Coo Coo Cal later
Coo Coo Cal a make a promise,
I'ma sell a mil and make em feel the playa
They got me strugglin on my own
Tall and skinny, but in me I got the muscle
out here hustlin for a microphone
Ain't no stoppin this bum rush
Cuz I'm plush
Haters pretend but end up gettin crushed
Try'n ta fuck wit us
I kinda wanna mention names
Just to let em know, fo sho, Coo Coo Cal still got much game
[Chorus: 2x]
[Verse 3]
Game still recognize game
caught up for a minute
but I still in it for the change
and it's a shame
And everybody thought of slack
I let em know, fo sho
Coo Coo Cal still got much game
[Coo Coo Cal talking]
Ha ha ha, ya'll thought I was gone, didn't you?
Fool
it's Coo Coo Cal now
it's Coo Coo Cal tomorrow
it's Coo Coo Cal to the year two-thou
Now, I dunno what made ya'll think, ya understand, I was up out this game
I'm in this game for life, and that's fo real
You'll see me now
Ha ha you gone see me later, fo sho
[Verse 3]
Still kick it with G's who imbreeded by some flo's
Had to let the city know '86 assassin
still blastin smashin off on Vo's
With Smith 'n pros and cars to roll
With G's load up, get drunk and kick it like two playas when the (?)
Ain't nothin change except the season
And do no dirt until you fools give us a reason
Tryin to count miss (?)
My clique is thicker than a brick buildin
You even think about runnin up on my clan you'll get a sick feelin
Ain't nothin poppin but that (?)
All up in the movies,
gettin freaky with your braud cuz she's sweatin partna
I kinda wanna mention names
Just to let em know, fo sho, Coo Coo Cal still got much game
[Chorus: 4x]
Game still recognize game
caught up for a minute
but I still in it for the change
and it's a shame
And everybody thought of slack
I let em know, fo sho

[Hook]
In my project (5x)
[Verse 1]
Dawg my project is sweetin
But if you ain't from where I'm from, like some dawg
don't come or you gettin beatin
Yeah we cheatin dog that's automatic
We greedy, plus we try'n feed the needy dawg wit all the cabbage
Steal from the rich and give to the poor
We sell a few drugs, bust a few slugs, and pimp a few hoes
Don't let us find a bit in higgity
Dawg we turn them into stiggidies
With shorties off in riggidies
So if you ain't from here or wit my guys
Don't even roll thru playa cuz all the traffic gettin minimized
Cries for help cuz you got carjacked
Niggaz roll for a minute then pass it to the hypes to sell the car back
And once she get it, it be stripped down
Thugs, they got your system and your dubs and want your crib now
Ya'll betta give the hood respect
Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects
[Chorus]
In my projects, my project 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 project 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
[Verse 2]
Now let me tell you bout them kingpins
Droppin Y2K Benz on them rims, bringin 15 in
They dishin it out, they keep it in circulation
They dodgin the Fedz, and suckas is playa hatin
They got the whole hood stacked up
And now the po's walkin on the showroom floor buyin 'Lac Trucks
They stuck in the ghetto by choice
But if they go, it's jacuzzis and condos, with a Rolls Royce
Now voice your opinion
You heard about the 'War On Drugs'
now won't you tell me who you think winnin
Spendin money by the piles throwin dubs,
on the 'burbans with the subs,
and they twerkin bumpin Coo Coo Cal
And the hood love hoodrats
On the bus-stop shakin it like it's hot with some good cat
Ya'll betta give the hood respect
Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects
[Chorus]
In my projects, my project 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 project 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
[Verse 3]
Dawg, go on and sum it up between the grind with dimes
Crimes and rhymes, ya'll we comin up
From sundown to sun-up, ha
The block watch, peekin out the attic in case you run up
Wit diamonds and furs, he's and her's
Shoppin sprees with ease to fill up a 2000 Suburb, ha
Dawg my projects got taste,
Although the rent ain't nuthin but two-fifty
We sportin five thousand dollar drapes
Makin it happen, wit snappin to avoid that - anchor
Hook me up with plenty tracks to keep a playa rappin
So put my city on the map
Hook me up wit million dollar vocal cords,
I can afford a million on a track
You do the addin and subtractin
Wastin time just to figure out, without a doubt, that we stackin
Ya'll betta give the hood respect
Cuz it pay to play for a day up in my projects
[Chorus]
In my projects, my project 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 project 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

* (Hook 1 x2)
Mentally dis-turbed
Crooked thoughts keep running through, my head
Got me disturbed (Got me disturbed)
[Verse 1]
They say I'm mentally, dis-turbed
Ya heard
Still I kill 'em softly
With nothing but words
Nouns, pronouns, adjectives and, verbs
Still perch on the curb, dogg
Ain't nothing changed
Except these
Muthafuckas dipping all in my business
Trying to steal my thangs
Ain't gotta say no names
Nigga you made your stand
Burn up
So turn up the volume on that fat bitch
Cuz you done played your hand
Now I'm bout to fade your man
On the deal
That's how we do it where we dwell
Set the stage
And page Fortnum to bring the hell
They'll never see it coming
Cuz they running
From the wrong thang
See we got bait
So sit back and wait, nigga
And collect the change
Still want to bang
I will go get it
I'ma slam a beer, nigga
And dat my fucking career
You don't know what to do with it
I'm like a jewel with it
With longevity
Coo Coo Cal, muthafucka
AKA, nigga
Calvin Bellamy
Slick muthafuckas done hit a nerve, nigga
They claim I'm sick
But still bumping my shit
And riding my dick
So that makes me disturbed
(Hook 2)
Feeling disturbed
Got some thangs on my mind
Like the walls is closing
And I'm outta time (Mentally dis-turbed)
Need some time to think
Too much chess going on
My mind is blank
But I gotta hold on
(Hook 1 x2)
[Verse 2]
They claiming I done lost my mind, nigga
And lost my grind
But my rhymes designed, nigga
Strictly for the struggle
Fuck a flosser sign
Even though it calls for mine
We keeping it real, shit
Still up in the ghetto
With the fellows, nigga
Toting 'em, still
See it's bout dollar bill
And that's all
Black greedy
Fat hogs
Stumping up through your city
With them stacks, y'all
And we coming in 'llacs, dogg
With pipe guns
Paint, flipping
Got niggaz tripping
Cuz we got the right touch
And don't really like much
Cuz that's how Steelo
Get money
Our conversaion broadcast on your station, nigga
Fuck a kilo
Where we go, we mobbing
And any
Muthafucka standing in my path, dogg
We robbing
We can forget get you, dogg
Cuz niggaz fishy
Might find 'em
Stanking in a, muthafuckin alley
Smelling up your city
Punk bitches done hit a nerve
But still
Bumping my shit
Riding my dick
So that makes me disturbed
(Hook 2)

Jennie is a free soul
you can take it from me
free as can be
Jennie knows when to go
spread her wings and fly
And she don't know
where she will go
but she got her own way
of love, love, love and freedom
Jennie's in a state
of love, love, love and freedom

I wish I could share all the love that's in my heart
Remove all the bars that keep us apart
I wish I could say all the things that I should say
Say em loud, say em clear, for the whole round
world to hear
I wish I could give like I'm longin to give I wish I could live like I'm longin to live
I wish I could do all the things that I can do