The Calhouns Lyrics - Singles - Cool Breeze

We East Pointing 

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 

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 

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 making bail 

When you ride, you better ride clean 

Don't put no work in your pocket 

Leaving stains in them Calhoun jeans 

We living life and it's hard knocks 

Some of y'all pushing weed, some of y'all pushing straight rocks 

That's why we organized and run with a team 

When I get the Caddy, I flip-flop some cream 

Looking out for girls that be trying 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 

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 

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 

Now my brother told me, Never sit with your back to the do' 

Re-up, not when you out but when you start getting low 

Play your game, maintain and watch who you playing 

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, living million dollar dreams 

Now spending 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 hustling pros, never missing 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 

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 

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 

Location unknown somewhere in the woods 

Right back in the smoke stack, fire burning goods 

Ain't nothing going on but sacking this hay 

And stacking 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, being trailed by a Rover 

Trying to figure out who's 12th time snitching and 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 nothing 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 walking 

It wasn't really like I was rapping 

It was more like I was talking 

I said, "Well, damn, playboy, I don't mean to be bragging 

But your girl wasn't really sucking 

It was more like she was gagging" 

Why he nagging? 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 

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 

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 

It's the Calhouns