Cool Breeze - The Calhouns Lyrics
WeeastpointinLucianoPauly c.BriandFreddieBrothersDungeon familyDungeon family[ chorus ]Theres some rules on these streets that we all go byDope on these streets that you dont buyGirls in these streets that you let walk byPeople on these streets that you dont 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 dont tryCertain things that you dont buyListen, live: never try to make that fast saleCause when you do, you be on right street makin bailWhen you ride, you better ride cleanDont put no work in your pocket, leavin stains in them calhoun jeansWe livin life, and its hard knocksSome of yall pushin weed, some of yall pushin straight rocksThats 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, dont 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 doRe-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 aint seen a thingMe 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 hitCo-pilot, most dangerous gator mouth pitCause we some hustlin pros, never missin a beatAnd well 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 goodsAint nothin goin on but sackin this hay, and stackin this papeHuh, were loaded up, and well 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 whos 12th time snitchin n this click, andInside 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 rulesThats rightGotta know the rulesCheck it out[ verse 4: cool breeze a/k/a freddie calhoun ]Theres 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 thats rightIts like extra-player points, so live your lifeNow he said he heard my tape the other day, when he was walkinIt wasnt really like I was rappin, it was more like I was talkinI said, well damn, playboy, I dont mean to be bragginBut your girl wasnt really suckin, it was more like she was gagginWhy he naggin, he aint never showed no loveMan, every since I knew him, he always been a scrubSo I stepped to him, and he wouldnt hit meCause he knew Id leave and come back and have the whole east point with meSo dont you think for once he took my heartCause the table at my crib was a ? ? true indian art? ?[ chorus ]Its the calhouns
