Cool Breeze

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I didn't have to ask nobody in the streets to scream my name  name
 'Cause we got a lock on this whole city
 And got a key to the Dirty South  and the South coast  now play with me
 So bring your semi thirty art thirty
 If you put your hands on a Calhoun player  it's gon' get dirty  dirty
 And everybody trying to claim boss
 But that's just talk  you don't really wanna turn these mics off
 They trying to slick us with our own slang
 Using our words like back and forth, just calling us up out our name
 See and for that they gonna pay, pay
 Everything they did in one week, I'ma do in one day
 You can say that it's about to start
 Don't call us rappers, 'cause nowadays a rapper ain't considered smart
 So I just stay away from those haters
 And anybody in my clique who roll with me, you a Creator
 So it's like, who do you believe in
 Just like the hustler came back once, the clock is gon' strike twelve again
 And I'm most requested in my old hood
 >From Martel to Springdale, and all through Club Candlewood
 You can ask Cool Cane or Dre-High
 Either Po-boy, Dirty Red, or they ?gon' cut? I'm fire, fire
 And they consider me that raw, raw
 And your partners where you represent they say you got that flaw, flaw
 And Cool Breeze, he got that hard, hard
 And ain't nobody taking nothing, and don't want nothing to start, start
 So when I'm riding through the hood, hood
 They respect me when they see me, 'cause they know I got that good, good

 [Chorus X2]
 That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
 >From every street to every borough, and back to every HOOD, HOOD
 That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
 >From every street to every borough, and back to every HOOD, HOOD

 And can't nobody touch my team, team
 Just like EJ from Southwest ATL, my partner got that green, green
 And we gon' come through kicking the most game
 Taking fo' sho' routes, and pointing out the lane, lanes
 So when you come and you ride through
 It won't be no mystery, who everybody listening to
 That's right, 'cause all we do is stack, stack
 And Organize this Noize, and everybody know that
 Plus we testing out this new sound
 Everybody done put down, now we breaking up some new ground
 'Cause we serve 'em up that real, real
 And be forever Dirty South, in this place we live, live
 That's what make the brothers hawk, hawk
 Trying to step up and showcase, all that is is talk, talk
 See Cool Breeze, he ain't your fool, fool
 So don't ask me no questions, like what makes me so cool, cool
 They'd rather see me in the Chain Gang
 Than rolling a V-12, riding on them thang, thangs
 I get respect out to Alabama
 To the West Coast to the East, then right back to Atlanta
 And that's how we keep it tight, tight
 I come through busting the door first, the we ship it out the same night
 So when I'm riding through the hood, hood
 They respect me when they see me, 'cause they know I got that good, good

 [Chorus X4]
 That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
 From every street to every borough, and back to every HOOD, HOOD
 That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD
 From every street to every borough, and back to every HOOD, HOOD
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Language: English

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