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Cool Breeze East Points Greatest Hit The Calhouns Weeastpointin Luciano Pauly c. Briand Freddie Brothers Dungeon family Dungeon family [ chorus ] There's some rules on these streets that we all go by Dope on these streets that you don't buy Girls in these streets that you let walk by People 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-fire Roll it up, fold it up, now everybody sky high Certain people that you don't try Certain things that you don't buy Listen, live: never try to make that fast sale Cause when you do, you be on right street makin bail When you ride, you better ride clean Don't put no work in your pocket, leavin stains in them calhoun jeans We livin life, and it's hard knocks Some of y'all pushin weed, some of y'all pushin straight rocks That's why we organized and run with a team When i get the caddy, i flip-flop some cream Lookin out for girls that be tryin to scheme Wipe out the fakes, start some triple beam So if you know a hustler, don't even cross that line When 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 low Play your game, maintain, and watch who you playin Look them laws dead in they eyes, and tell em you ain't seen a thing' Me and my folks on top, we run these blocks We pay the president, the government, plus them dirty cops Pauly calhoun, livin million-dollar dreams Now spendin the most, we represent the south coast With some utility trucks, blast them 'greatest hit' Co-pilot, most dangerous gator mouth pit Cause we some hustlin pros, never missin a beat And we'll match any price if you find it this cheap Trump tight, love hundred-dollar bills Secrets than can kill, you can trust me, my lips are sealed [ chorus ] [ verse 3: briand calhoun ] Location unknown somewhere in the woods Right back in the smoke stack, fire burnin goods Ain't nothin goin on but sackin this hay, and stackin this pape' Huh, we're loaded up, and we'll be on our way See, the last out the blocks is the left-overs We in a lx 470, bein trailed by a rover Tryin to figure out who's 12th time snitchin n this click, and Inside scoops got my partner pinched for a chicken See a hit, dog, i holler When it gets tight around the collar Never talk for a dollar Rules of a calhoun scholar The rules That's right Gotta know the rules Check it out [ verse 4: cool breeze a/k/a freddie calhoun ] There's two things i was taught when i first got here When east point was nothin but a big dirt hill That when you fight one-on-one, never pull a pistol And you never put your hands on a calhoun sister Now these the type of things you know that's right It's like extra-player points, so live your life Now he said he heard my tape the other day, when he was walkin It wasn't really like i was rappin, it was more like i was talkin I said, "well damn, playboy, i don't mean to be braggin But your girl wasn't really suckin, it was more like she was gaggin" Why he naggin, he ain't never showed no love Man, every since i knew him, he always been a scrub So i stepped to him, and he wouldn't hit me Cause he knew i'd leave and come back and have the whole east point with me So don't you think for once he took my heart Cause the table at my crib was a ??true indian art?? [ chorus ] It's the calhouns |
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