Текст песни Cool Breeze f OutKast, Goodie MoB, Witch - East Points Greatest Hit
Cool Breeze f OutKast, Goodie MoB, Witch - East Points Greatest Hit слова песни
* some words from the intro are left out - this is as it appears on the CD single[Andre Benjamin]Never has ev-ery member in one crew been so diverseTryin to outdo the last verse that I birthed, that is my curseYour knight in rhyming armor sentimentally slay all grand dragonsGrab the sharpest No. 2 then I`m stabbinSomebody let me a hold a No. 2 pencil cause they testinSomebody let me a hold a No. 2 pencil cause they testin[Witchdoctor]I fly through the night, yeahMixing `Card with some Sprite, lyrics we put inside yaListen to these A-T-L riders (hooo hooooo!)Keep your head straight, the street`s full of snakesSlithering, making.. deals, deliveringUHH uh uh, that weed got you shiveringParanoia, fifteen hundred go to the lawyerafter paying his rent, dollars and centsThey`re stealing pit-BULLS, put up a fenceWe movin on, tell the crew it`s on[Cee-Lo]`Kay, here it goThey call me Sugar Baby Shi-da-lohI`m one fourth of the migh-tyG-double-O, D-and-the-I-and-the-E, the M-and-the-O[Khujo]Yo, this ain`t no chain to your brainPistol and they gon` bang, plus drain yalike some Folgers ? ya nowGet in touch with your clothes[Cee-Lo]Tellin ya homeAnybody disrespect my zonewe gon` get it on til we get it goneAnd y`all might get it rightbut you gettin in wrongOr you gonna get shot and blown[Khujo]Out here the volume workin ?Stankin cops get your skull splitand gettin with it figurativelyIt`s just that I showed themnow they tried roll outHopin we`d be on, back in the weight room sonThink of a spot, we`d keep all dayChoppin for the live spotsThe thug, take your hairy soullike ? I withdraw![Big Gipp]Yeah, look here, been hereDis here`s, diss year`sGet one of the fiveto lay it down round hereGold and the platinum all over the wallsIf you ever shake the hook, go and have big ballsLaid it down hard more than one {fuckin} timeGo ahead and get it gone, now I`m out my mindWent from hubcaps and 30`s to the hundred spokePeople still talkin bout the last rhyme I wroteEighty-seven was the year that I first stepped inI`m hollerin at Big D, doin time in the pen, I say[Big Boi]Whenever the dope boys, done crept inSteppin all over your best friendsNo wea-pons, the lyrical lessonsand smoked out sessionsThe Young and the RestlessSome of the best in the Dirty Southand Midwestern, hemisphereThey wanna be this here, the fate of B-O-Igonna run these verses and make you see this here{Niggaz} tried to jock itI put my plug off in they girl`s socketKnow, the D to the F is gon` forever rock itLock it, down (yeah, yeah)[T-Mo]The T stands for T-Mo, who`s known as a teacherSouthWest young brother, bringin the pain through your speaker!It`s like a disease to fiend for the cheese you needCome up and ease the feelin, exhibit and chillinwhile dealin with the devil himself, increase my wealth bemore than tanktops the average minimum weightCollege brethern, these days done changed the recipeSteady taxin, creatively maximize, with proper investmentsCan`t be hesitant, with them dead presidentor you lose, or you could lose your ? but no tools