ASMR Sound of a cool breeze blowing through trees that are good for sleep

歌詞

Hey I remember when I came, came I didn't have to ask nobody in the streets to scream my name, name 'Cause we got a lock on this whole city And got a key to the Dirty South, and the South coast, now play with me So bring your semi thirty art thirty If you put your hands on a Calhoun player, it's gon' get dirty, dirty And everybody trying to claim boss But that's just talk, you don't really wanna turn these mics off They trying to slick us with our own slang Using our words like back and forth, just calling us up out our name See and for that they gonna pay, pay Everything they did in one week, I'ma do in one day You can say that it's about to start Don't call us rappers, 'cause nowadays a rapper ain't considered smart So I just stay away from those haters And anybody in my clique who roll with me, you a Creator So it's like, who do you believe in Just like the hustler came back once, the clock is gon' strike twelve again And I'm most requested in my old hood >From Martel to Springdale, and all through Club Candlewood You can ask Cool Cane or Dre-High Either Po-boy, Dirty Red, or they ?gon' cut? I'm fire, fire And they consider me that raw, raw And your partners where you represent they say you got that flaw, flaw And Cool Breeze, he got that hard, hard And ain't nobody taking nothing, and don't want nothing to start, start So when I'm riding through the hood, hood They respect me when they see me, 'cause they know I got that good, good (Chorus X2) That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD >From every street to every borough, and back to every HOOD, HOOD That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD >From every street to every borough, and back to every HOOD, HOOD And can't nobody touch my team, team Just like EJ from Southwest ATL, my partner got that green, green And we gon' come through kicking the most game Taking fo' sho' routes, and pointing out the lane, lanes So when you come and you ride through It won't be no mystery, who everybody listening to That's right, 'cause all we do is stack, stack And Organize this Noize, and everybody know that Plus we testing out this new sound Everybody done put down, now we breaking up some new ground 'Cause we serve 'em up that real, real And be forever Dirty South, in this place we live, live That's what make the brothers hawk, hawk Trying to step up and showcase, all that is is talk, talk See Cool Breeze, he ain't your fool, fool So don't ask me no questions, like what makes me so cool, cool They'd rather see me in the Chain Gang Than rolling a V-12, riding on them thang, thangs I get respect out to Alabama To the West Coast to the East, then right back to Atlanta And that's how we keep it tight, tight I come through busting the door first, the we ship it out the same night So when I'm riding through the hood, hood They respect me when they see me, 'cause they know I got that good, good (Chorus X4) That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD From every street to every borough, and back to every HOOD, HOOD That's right, we got that GOOD, GOOD From every street to every borough, and back to every HOOD, HOOD