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Cool Breeze - Tenn Points lyrics
[intro - peaches] Hey playas, this is peaches And we comin' up on the new millennium, year 2k And i'mma give you 3 points to keep you in the game Point 1 - call and meet, ??, pay ya debt Point 2 - don't hate the haters They cloudin' your judgement And 3, never let 'em know what you're thinkin' [cool breeze] Hey, i was introduced to fame by way of mouth I was rappin' on this tape, and the rap was about How for my folks, and for mine, i forever stay down And represent this town, and for that, i'll be crowned It's been known that my attitude'll reach it's peak That's right But never has it once stopped the way that i think I know the speakers addin' bricks to the path you lay And to be is to live everything you say I read once that if you die, the people couldn't forget That your eternal flame will forever stay lit One day i'll leave this place and add another star to the sky But all of my creations, they never would die I told you dirty jed clampett tried to front me some weight This time he pushed me in his house, and had it layed on the plate He had stacks of it packed all down in these crates Stampin' bdf, nothin' but that flake See, the only way the southcoast will ever become We gotta all come together, and become as one When they say "what's your name?" We say "where you from?" When they "what you say?" We say "come get some!" We make any click or crew, run and call the cops Picallo said play with the bomb, and y'all get knocked off top History is proven and will lead you right The acts you commit will be recorded for life (for life) [nivea] 1 - you did it before, you'll do it again Repeat 1 (16x) [eightball] All this pain got me goin' through recovery Withdrawl pains from my ghetto life and concrete streets Get it how you live, i live hard, that's how i get it Execute them punk niggas that ain't wit it Straight thuggin', my face wrinkles, my mind sprinkles Mounds livin' off the track, shinin' it like twinkle Ride the beat, 160 like my white impala Hit that spray and leave them niggas for them dollas I can't explain why, but tangaray and ?? Bring out the mothafuckin' dog in the real niggas Do you remember rap used to be so fun shit? Now niggas gettin' killed over who they run with Run with me, and see if i give a fuck though Wicked when i kick it, most expected to do dope flows Underground, treasured by the ones who listen to it Respected in the field by them soldiers who really do it I'm on the frontline, moral for the troops Makin' niggas lace their boots, and hit they mark when they shoot Lord forgive me, but my people must defend their people It's gonna take mass destruction just to see we all equal Forty days and forty nights, we gon' fight and get wreckless If i die, fresh play, and i will be ressurrected Eyes red as fire, flash the grill for the non-believers And we gon' let the child lead us, let the child lead us Repeat 1 to fade |
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