The Calhouns

Cool Breeze

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    Luciano
    Pauly c.
    Briand
    Freddie
    Brothers

    Dungeon family
    Dungeon family

    [ chorus ]
    Theres some rules on these streets that we all go by
    Dope on these streets that you dont buy
    Girls in these streets that you let walk by
    People on these streets that you dont 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 dont try
    Certain things that you dont 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
    Dont put no work in your pocket, leavin stains in them calhoun jeans
    We livin life, and its hard knocks
    Some of yall pushin weed, some of yall pushin straight rocks
    Thats 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, dont even cross that line
    When you get caught up, go and do your time

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    [ 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 aint 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 well 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

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    [ verse 3: briand calhoun ]
    Location unknown somewhere in the woods
    Right back in the smoke stack, fire burnin goods
    Aint nothin goin on but sackin this hay, and stackin this pape
    Huh, were loaded up, and well 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 whos 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
    Thats right
    Gotta know the rules
    Check it out

    [ verse 4: cool breeze a/k/a freddie calhoun ]
    Theres 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 thats right
    Its like extra-player points, so live your life
    Now he said he heard my tape the other day, when he was walkin
    It wasnt really like I was rappin, it was more like I was talkin
    I said, well damn, playboy, I dont mean to be braggin
    But your girl wasnt really suckin, it was more like she was gaggin
    Why he naggin, he aint never showed no love
    Man, every since I knew him, he always been a scrub
    So I stepped to him, and he wouldnt hit me
    Cause he knew Id leave and come back and have the whole east point with me
    So dont you think for once he took my heart
    Cause the table at my crib was a ? ? true indian art? ?

    [ chorus ]

    Its the calhouns

    Song details

    Composition: Wade Rico R, Boonchi, Ras M C, Cool Breeze, Big L, Sedric Barnett, and Brian Loving

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