Projects   Worldwide   Remix      [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'm strizzay"   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 currency 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