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Cool Breeze lyrics
Cool Breeze lyrics
"We Get It Crunk Lyrics"
Hog Heaven Lyrics
[includes part of the leather conversation] Bozzio: God, that was really beautiful . . . O'Hearn: Ha-uh . .
[includes part of the leather conversation] Bozzio: God, that was really beautiful . . . O'Hearn: Ha-uh . .
[intro]
Cool breeze, kurupt, young gotti
In 1999, anything that can happen
It will, it will, it will, it will, it will
Organized noize, let's do it
Kick it off, c'mon
Uh, uh, uh
Cool breeze, young gotti, organized noize
We gon' bust your mothafuckin' mouth open
No haters allowed, no haters allowed
Uh, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
[kurupt]
Cool breeze, i heard you was a mothafuckin' fool
Ah yeah, all 'em wanna see me hit 'em
Wanna get blown from my living room to my bed
Ya heard what i said?
Don't come around here again
Changin' the game, re-arrangin'
I'm changin' my name
Since i shot up the party, i'm 2 shotty young gotti
Like givin' a fuck, hold 'em up, nigga wha
I'm pressin' it homie, i keep the pistol whisling homie
Stashin' it nigga, cocked back, blastin' it nigga
Be silent, you can hear the falls tricklin' homie
It's ridiculous homie
Why the fuck you up on me?
That's how mothafuckas lay in caskets nigga
Your not alone, there's no one by you got a reason for it you took a try, you lost control I got a feeling that it's coming ?? I can see you, looking right through you, can you hear me no time for you, staring right through me, can you see me your on your own, there's no disguise you feel it coming to it there's no one by, you're feeling old just want you feeling like the first time that I saw you I can see you, looking right through me, can you hear me no time for you, starring
[kurupt and cool breeze]
1 - fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool, what
[cool breeze]
Hey, i hear you screamin' through your whole house
Mommy, daddy, turn the tv on
Cool breeze done came out
And everytime i wear some new sneakers
They be hatin' on me, all behind my back like some school teachers
And be checkin' for me in the streets
So they can listen to me real good
And go and make a ? that beat
Now everybody wanna put it down
You give 'em one little record deal and they think they 'bout to run the town
And when they album start to get a buzz
Everytime you turn around, you see 'em posted all up in a club
I think they smokin' too much ?ever body?
They try to spit one at me, and we end up spittin' one at everybody
It ain't no plan with the hitman
He bust ten bars, bust back with both hands
So keep your dial locked and stay tun
Whatcha Gon Do? Lyrics
[Cuban Link] Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P. Latins Goin Platinum baby! Yeah yeah, yeah.. Uhh, year 2000 Terror Squadians (Terror Squad) We rock the party and (you won\\\'t like me when I\\\'m angry) (I guarantee you, you won\\\'t like me when I\\\'m angry) Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah) We rock the party and.. YEAH! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun my fuckin brother, makin motherfuckers run for cover
ed[Cuban Link] Yeah, the foundation, L.G.P. Latins Goin Platinum baby! Yeah yeah, yeah.. Uhh, year 2000 Terror Squadians (Terror Squad) We rock the party and (you won\\\'t like me when I\\\'m angry) (I guarantee you, you won\\\'t like me when I\\\'m angry) Yeah, yeah, yeah.. Terror Squadians Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (uhh, yeah) We rock the party and.. YEAH! I tear the club up, pull up in the Hummer with Pun my fuckin brother, makin motherfuckers run for cover
And when you be down in atlanta, be down with the calhouns
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No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
[cool breeze]
Is that your homeboy? (is it)
Are you for sure?
You ever been through war? (this nigga)
He up and help you feed your folks
Where was this mothafucka when we was broke?
Now i ain't mean to offend a nigga
But if i struck a nigga, heh, fuck that nigga
Punks ain't made around these parts
'cause over here, everybody got heart
The homie c double o l, nigga
B-r double e z-e
When i e-e mc e-e, bitch
All y'all hoes is out to get rich
And all y'all ? can eat a fat dick
Mean and my niggas, we got that get back
When we fall through the club, we make everybody get back
Niggas know about the dirty south
I'mma ask you one time, then you gettin' your back slammed out
Cool breeze only 5'7"
But i'll break you off quick, and it don't m
Ars Gallica Lyrics
[Poetry : Hugo /Arnault de Stael] " Gloire ? notre France ?ternelle Gloire ? ceux qui sont morts pour elle " Dans l'enthousiasme et le remords Qu'ils guident nos pas chaotiques Au sein des flots m?lancoliques Et qu'enfin nous touchions l'Aurore
atter if you 5'11"[Poetry : Hugo /Arnault de Stael] " Gloire ? notre France ?ternelle Gloire ? ceux qui sont morts pour elle " Dans l'enthousiasme et le remords Qu'ils guident nos pas chaotiques Au sein des flots m?lancoliques Et qu'enfin nous touchions l'Aurore
I played ball before i was cool cut
Everybody used to call me "don't drop"
'cause i ain't drop nothin'
One time i walked up and pulled a gun
And layed this dough boy down and made his whole click make buns
Now everytime i make a run
My niggas tell me watch my back
'cause we know they still want some
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We get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with a sawed off pump
What
We get it crunk
Cool breeze, 1999
No haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
(cool breeze, 1999)
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
(kurupt, young gotti, 1999)
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
(yeah, 1999)
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
(y2k!)
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
What's up dr. dre?
Chronic 2000
Organized noize
Forever
2000 on