Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Vasco Whiteside, Cedric Barnett, Brian Loving, Patrick Brown, Frederick Bell, Raymond Murray, Rico Wade
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Cool BreezeThe Calhouns Lyrics:
We East Pointing
Luciano, Pauly C., Briand
Freddie Brothers
Dungeon Family, Dungeon Family
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
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
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 making bail
When you ride, you better ride clean
Don't put no work in your pocket
Leaving stains in them Calhoun jeans
We living life and it's hard knocks
Some of y'all pushing weed, some of y'all pushing straight rocks
That's why we organized and run with a team
When I get the Caddy, I flip-flop some cream
Looking out for girls that be trying 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
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
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
Now my brother told me, “Never sit with your back to the do'”
Re-up, not when you out but when you start getting low
Play your game, maintain and watch who you playing
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, living million dollar dreams
Now spending 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 hustling pros, never missing 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
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
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
Location unknown somewhere in the woods
Right back in the smoke stack, fire burning goods
Ain't nothing going on but sacking this hay
And stacking 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, being trailed by a Rover
Trying to figure out who's 12th time snitching and 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
There's two things I was taught when I first got here
When East Point was nothing 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 walking
It wasn't really like I was rapping
It was more like I was talking
I said, "Well, damn, playboy, I don't mean to be bragging
But your girl wasn't really sucking
It was more like she was gagging"
Why he nagging? 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 tree in his yard
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
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
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