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    Cool Breeze / Lyrics

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    "We Get It Crunk" Lyrics

    Cool Breeze

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    [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, see'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 want to see me hit 'em
    want to 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 want to 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 see double o l, nigga
    be -are double e z-e
    When i e-e mc e-e, bitch
    All why'all hoes is out to get rich
    And all why'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 laid 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
    This song was submitted on October 28th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Frederick Bell, Patrick Brown, Raymond Murray, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown, Rico Renard Wade.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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