Cool Breeze - E.p.g.h. Lyrics
1 - who raps get weight like grams on triple beams?Who got their heart on tapes and cds?He rap and she rap, but my rap - the bestThey rap with play raps, and i ain't impressedRepeat 1Cool raps get weight like grams on triple beamsCool left with dirt and came back with g'sEverytime i hit the door, they flyWantin' to know the response of the peopleOn the date when my album droppedThe east point headlines gon' read thatI ride tracks, like dre high-ride cadillacsAnd came a long way from the countryHere all in atlanta, and about to make some real moneyAnd show brothas who a straight laneWho got picked at, and talked aboutWho followed me, and now got gameThe first scriptures in the book, they meantIf you was really from this town and 'bout to do itYou do your own hitsSee, it was destined that i make a printIn the earth, so the future knew the lord was makin' much senseNow it ain't nothin' that can worry meMy attitude is free and can see...That you can be in hawaii sippin' on that punchBuy a house in the morning, get a lexus for lunchSell a million of those samples and those same ol' kicksIt still take a ol' school hustla with a greatest hitRepeat 1Repeat 1Young cool breeze ain't never did timeWhen the foes went to raid, i was home writing rhymesRepresentin' the south forever, put raps togetherHit 'em with the salt, then come the pepperYou see, i represent the fieldAnd only a few from the east and the west gon' really keep it realAnd it's like a lot of them gon' start dissin'But we'll make money, sell recordsAnd serve 'em up like competitionAnd i be the first to crank up the spotSay you don't know nothin' 'bout the southAnd atlanta ain't no mariottI seen a lot of brothas get they turnAnd the way they act?Respect gon' be given when respect be earnedMe and my boys grew up listenin' to y'all songsIf we can't be off city poppin' lip, we be dead wrongSo i just check for your release dateAnd if it's bumpin' and you snappin', i'll pick it upCuz i don't city hateSee, it ain't all about who you run withOr the trap that you just can't front, got the biggest bricksOr who you and your boys run and getIt just take a ol' school hustla with a greatest hitRepeat 1Repeat 1"heart..."
