Good, Good Lyrics - Singles - 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'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 

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