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Cool Breeze - We Get It Crunk lyrics
[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 [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 tuned And when you be down in atlanta, be down with the calhouns Repeat 1 Repeat 1 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 matter if you 5'11" 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 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Repeat 1 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 |
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