Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song EPGH , by - Cool Breeze. Release date: 22.03.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
EPGH |
| 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 best |
| They rap with play raps, and I ain’t impressed |
| Cool raps get weight like grams on triple beams |
| Cool left with dirt and came back with G’s |
| Everytime I hit the door, they fly |
| Wantin' to know the response of the people |
| On the date when my album dropped |
| The East Point headlines gon' read that |
| I ride tracks, like Dre high-ride Cadillacs |
| And came a long way from the country |
| Here all in Atlanta, and about to make some real money |
| And show brothas who a straight lane |
| Who got picked at, and talked about |
| Who followed me, and now got game |
| The first scriptures in the book, they meant |
| If you was really from this town and 'bout to do it |
| You do your own hits |
| See, it was destined that I make a print |
| In the earth, so the future knew the Lord was makin' much sense |
| Now it ain’t nothin' that can worry me |
| My attitude is free and can see… |
| That you can be in Hawaii sippin' on that punch |
| Buy a house in the morning, get a Lexus for lunch |
| Sell a million of those samples and those same ol' kicks |
| It still take a ol' school hustla with a greatest hit |
| Young Cool Breeze ain’t never did time |
| When the foes went to raid, I was home writing rhymes |
| Representin' the south forever, put raps together |
| Hit 'em with the salt, then come the pepper |
| You see, I represent the field |
| And only a few from the east and the west gon' really keep it real |
| And it’s like a lot of them gon' start dissin' |
| But we’ll make money, sell records |
| And serve 'em up like competition |
| And I be the first to crank up the spot |
| Say you don’t know nothin' 'bout the south |
| And Atlanta ain’t no Mariott |
| I seen a lot of brothas get they turn |
| And the way they act? |
| Respect gon' be given when respect be earned |
| Me and my boys grew up listenin' to y’all songs |
| If we can’t be off city poppin' lip, we be dead wrong |
| So I just check for your release date |
| And if it’s bumpin' and you snappin', I’ll pick it up |
| Cuz I don’t city hate |
| See, it ain’t all about who you run with |
| Or the trap that you just can’t front, got the biggest bricks |
| Or who you and your boys run and get |
| It just take a ol' school hustla with a greatest hit |
| «Heart…» |