We Get It Crunk Lyrics - Singles - Cool Breeze

Cool Breeze, Kurupt, young Gotti 

In 1999, anything that can happen 

It will, it will, it will, it will, it will 

Organized Noize, let's do it, kick it off, c'mon 

Cool Breeze, young Gotti, Organized Noize 

We gon' bust your mothafuckin' mouth open 

No haters allowed, no haters allowed 

Uh, no haters allowed, no, no haters allowed 

Cool Breeze, I heard you was a mothafuckin' fool 

Ah yeah, all 'em wanna see me hit 'em 

Wanna get blown from my living room to my bed 

Ya heard what I said? 

Don't come around here again, changin' the game, re-arrangin' 

I'm changin' my name 

Since I shot up the party, I'm 2 shotty young Gotti 

Like givin' a fuck, hold 'em up, nigga wha 

I'm pressin' it homie, I keep the pistol whistling homie 

Stashin' it nigga, cocked back, blastin' it nigga 

Be silent, you can hear the falls tricklin' homie 

It's ridiculous homie, why the fuck you up on me? 

That's how mothafuckas lay in caskets nigga 

Fool what, we get it crunk 

Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump 

Fool what, we get it crunk 

Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump 

Fool, what 

Hey, I hear you screamin' through your whole house 

Mommy, daddy, turn the TV on 

Cool Breeze done came out 

And every time I wear some new sneakers 

They be hatin' on me 

All behind my back like some school teachers 

And be checkin' for me in the streets 

So they can listen to me real good 

And go and make a [unverified] that beat 

Now everybody wanna put it down 

You give 'em one little record deal 

And they think they 'bout to run the town 

And when they album start to get a buzz 

Every time you turn around, you see 'em posted all up in a club 

I think they smokin' too much ever body 

They try to spit one at me, and we end up spittin' one at everybody 

It ain't no plan with the hitman 

He bust ten bars, bust back with both hands 

So keep your dial locked and stay tuned 

And when you be down in Atlanta, be down with the Calhoun's 

Fool what, we get it crunk 

Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump 

Fool what, we get it crunk 

Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump 

Fool, what 

Fool what, we get it crunk 

Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump 

Fool what, we get it crunk 

Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump 

Fool, what 

No, no haters allowed 

No, no haters allowed 

No, no haters allowed 

No, no haters allowed 

Is that your homeboy? 

(Is it) 

Are you for sure? 

You ever been through war? 

(This nigga) 

He up and help you feed your folks 

Where was this mothafucka when we was broke? 

Now I ain't mean to offend a nigga 

But if I struck a nigga, heh, fuck that nigga 

Punks ain't made around these parts 

'Cause over here, everybody got heart 

The homie C double O L, nigga, B-R double E Z-E 

When I E-E MC E-E, bitch, all y'all hoes is out to get rich 

And all y'all [unverified] can eat a fat dick 

Mean and my niggas, we got that get back 

When we fall through the club, we make everybody get back 

Niggas know about the dirty south 

I'mma ask you one time, then you gettin' your back slammed out 

Cool Breeze only 5'7" 

But I'll break you off quick 

And it don't matter if you 5'11" 

I played ball before I was cool cut 

Everybody used to call me, "Don't drop" 

'Cause I ain't drop nothin' 

One time I walked up and pulled a gun 

And layed this dough boy down 

And made his whole click make buns 

Now every time I make a run 

My niggas tell me watch my back 

'Cause we know they still want some 

Fool what, we get it crunk 

Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump 

Fool what, we get it crunk 

Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump 

Fool, what 

Fool what, we get it crunk 

Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump 

Fool what, we get it crunk 

Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump 

Fool, what 

Fool what, we get it crunk 

Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump 

Fool what, we get it crunk 

Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump 

Fool, what 

Fool what, we get it crunk 

Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump 

Fool what, we get it crunk 

Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump 

Fool, what 

We get it crunk 

Comin' through your hood with a sawed off pump 

What 

We get it crunk 

Cool Breeze, 1999 

No haters allowed 

No, no haters allowed 

(Cool Breeze, 1999) 

No, no haters allowed 

No, no haters allowed 

(Kurupt, young Gotti, 1999) 

No, no haters allowed 

No, no haters allowed 

(Yeah, 1999) 

No, no haters allowed 

No, no haters allowed 

(Y2K) 

No, no haters allowed 

No, no haters allowed 

No, no haters allowed 

What's up Dr. Dre? 

Chronic 2000 

Organized Noize 

Forever 

2000 on