Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Calhouns, artist - Cool Breeze. Date of issue: 22.03.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Calhouns |
| Luciano |
| Pauly C |
| Briand |
| Freddie |
| Brothers |
| Dungeon Family |
| Dungeon Family |
| There’s some rules on these streets that we all go by |
| Dope on these streets that you don’t buy |
| Girls in these streets that you let walk by |
| People on these streets that you don’t try (2x) |
| I got this hook-up with a Jamaican, he got that fire-fire |
| Roll it up, fold it up, now everybody sky high |
| Certain people that you don’t try |
| Certain things that you don’t buy |
| Listen, live: never try to make that fast sale |
| Cause when you do, you be on Right Street makin bail |
| When you ride, you better ride clean |
| Don’t put no work in your pocket, leavin stains in them Calhoun jeans |
| We livin life, and it’s hard knocks |
| Some of y’all pushin weed, some of y’all pushin straight rocks |
| That’s why we Organized and run with a team |
| When I get the Caddy, I flip-flop some cream |
| Lookin out for girls that be tryin to scheme |
| Wipe out the fakes, start some triple beam |
| So if you know a hustler, don’t even cross that line |
| When you get caught up, go and do your time |
| Now my brother told me, 'Never sit with your back to the do' |
| Re-up, not when you out, but when you start gettin low |
| Play your game, maintain, and watch who you playin |
| Look them laws dead in they eyes, and tell em you ain’t seen a thing' |
| Me and my folks on top, we run these blocks |
| We pay the President, the government, plus them dirty cops |
| Pauly Calhoun, livin million-dollar dreams |
| Now spendin the most, we represent the South Coast |
| With some utility trucks, blast them 'Greatest Hit' |
| Co-pilot, most dangerous gator mouth pit |
| Cause we some hustlin pros, never missin a beat |
| And we’ll match any price if you find it this cheap |
| Trump tight, love hundred-dollar bills |
| Secrets than can kill, you can trust me, my lips are sealed |
| Location unknown somewhere in the woods |
| Right back in the smoke stack, fire burnin goods |
| Ain’t nothin goin on but sackin this hay, and stackin this pape' |
| Huh, we’re loaded up, and we’ll be on our way |
| See, the last out the blocks is the left-overs |
| We in a LX 470, bein trailed by a Rover |
| Tryin to figure out who’s 12th time snitchin n this click, and |
| Inside scoops got my partner pinched for a chicken |
| See a hit, dog, I holler |
| When it gets tight around the collar |
| Never talk for a dollar |
| Rules of a Calhoun scholar |
| The rules |
| That’s right |
| Gotta know the rules |
| Check it out |
| There’s two things I was taught when I first got here |
| When East Point was nothin but a big dirt hill |
| That when you fight one-on-one, never pull a pistol |
| And you never put your hands on a Calhoun sister |
| Now these the type of things you know that’s right |
| It’s like extra-player points, so live your life |
| Now he said he heard my tape the other day, when he was walkin |
| It wasn’t really like I was rappin, it was more like I was talkin |
| I said, «Well damn, playboy, I don’t mean to be braggin |
| But your girl wasn’t really suckin, it was more like she was gaggin» |
| Why he naggin, he ain’t never showed no love |
| Man, every since I knew him, he always been a scrub |
| So I stepped to him, and he wouldn’t hit me |
| Cause he knew I’d leave and come back and have the whole East Point with me |
| So don’t you think for once he took my heart |
| Cause the table at my crib was a tree in his yard |
| It’s the Calhouns |