Good, Good - Cool Breeze

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’mma 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

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

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

Then 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

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

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

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

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