Текст песни Cool Breeze f The Calhouns - The Calhouns
Cool Breeze f The Calhouns - The Calhouns слова песни
WeeastpointinLucianoPauly C.BriandFreddieBrothersDungeon FamilyDungeon Family[ CHORUS ]There`s some rules on these streets that we all go byDope on these streets that you don`t buyGirls in these streets that you let walk byPeople on these streets that you don`t try (2x)[ VERSE 1: Lucky Calhoun ]I got this hook-up with a Jamaican, he got that fire-fireRoll it up, fold it up, now everybody sky highCertain people that you don`t tryCertain things that you don`t buyListen, live: never try to make that fast saleCause when you do, you be on Right Street makin bailWhen you ride, you better ride cleanDon`t put no work in your pocket, leavin stains in them Calhoun jeansWe livin life, and it`s hard knocksSome of y`all pushin weed, some of y`all pushin straight rocksThat`s why we Organized and run with a teamWhen I get the Caddy, I flip-flop some creamLookin out for girls that be tryin to schemeWipe out the fakes, start some triple beamSo if you know a hustler, don`t even cross that lineWhen you get caught up, go and do your time[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 2: Pauly Calhoun ]Now my brother told me, `Never sit with your back to the do`Re-up, not when you out, but when you start gettin lowPlay your game, maintain, and watch who you playinLook them laws dead in they eyes, and tell em you ain`t seen a thing`Me and my folks on top, we run these blocksWe pay the President, the government, plus them dirty copsPauly Calhoun, livin million-dollar dreamsNow spendin the most, we represent the South CoastWith some utility trucks, blast them `Greatest Hit`Co-pilot, most dangerous gator mouth pitCause we some hustlin pros, never missin a beatAnd we`ll match any price if you find it this cheapTrump tight, love hundred-dollar billsSecrets than can kill, you can trust me, my lips are sealed[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Briand Calhoun ]Location unknown somewhere in the woodsRight back in the smoke stack, fire burnin goodsAin`t nothin goin on but sackin this hay, and stackin this pape`Huh, we`re loaded up, and we`ll be on our waySee, the last out the blocks is the left-oversWe in a LX 470, bein trailed by a RoverTryin to figure out who`s 12th time snitchin n this click, and Inside scoops got my partner pinched for a chickenSee a hit, dog, I hollerWhen it gets tight around the collarNever talk for a dollarRules of a Calhoun scholarThe rules That`s rightGotta know the rulesCheck it out[ VERSE 4: Cool Breeze a/k/a Freddie Calhoun ]There`s two things I was taught when I first got hereWhen East Point was nothin but a big dirt hillThat when you fight one-on-one, never pull a pistolAnd you never put your hands on a Calhoun sisterNow these the type of things you know that`s rightIt`s like extra-player points, so live your lifeNow he said he heard my tape the other day, when he was walkinIt wasn`t really like I was rappin, it was more like I was talkinI said, "Well damn, playboy, I don`t mean to be bragginBut your girl wasn`t really suckin, it was more like she was gaggin"Why he naggin, he ain`t never showed no loveMan, every since I knew him, he always been a scrubSo I stepped to him, and he wouldn`t hit meCause he knew I`d leave and come back and have the whole East Point with meSo don`t you think for once he took my heartCause the table at my crib was a tree in his yard[ CHORUS ]It`s the Calhouns