E.p.g.h. (east Points Greatest Hit) Lyrics - Singles - Cool Breeze

1 - Who raps get weight like grams on triple beams? 

Who got their heart on tapes and CDs? 

He rap and she rap, but my rap - the best 

They rap with play raps, and I ain't impressed 

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Cool raps get weight like grams on triple beams 

Cool left with dirt and came back with G's 

Everytime I hit the door, they fly 

Wantin' to know the response of the people 

On the date when my album dropped 

The East Point headlines gon' read that 

I ride tracks, like Dre high-ride Cadillacs 

And came a long way from the country 

Here all in Atlanta, and about to make some real money 

And show brothas who a straight lane 

Who got picked at, and talked about 

Who followed me, and now got game 

The first scriptures in the book, they meant 

If you was really from this town and 'bout to do it 

You do your own hits 

See, it was destined that I make a print 

In the earth, so the future knew the Lord was makin' much sense 

Now it ain't nothin' that can worry me 

My attitude is free and can see... 

That you can be in Hawaii sippin' on that punch 

Buy a house in the morning, get a Lexus for lunch 

Sell a million of those samples and those same ol' kicks 

It still take a ol' school hustla with a greatest hit 

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Young Cool Breeze ain't never did time 

When the foes went to raid, I was home writing rhymes 

Representin' the south forever, put raps together 

Hit 'em with the salt, then come the pepper 

You see, I represent the field 

And only a few from the east and the west gon' really keep it real 

And it's like a lot of them gon' start dissin' 

But we'll make money, sell records 

And serve 'em up like competition 

And I be the first to crank up the spot 

Say you don't know nothin' 'bout the south 

And Atlanta ain't no Mariott 

I seen a lot of brothas get they turn 

And the way they act? 

Respect gon' be given when respect be earned 

Me and my boys grew up listenin' to y'all songs 

If we can't be off city poppin' lip, we be dead wrong 

So I just check for your release date 

And if it's bumpin' and you snappin', I'll pick it up 

'cause I don't city hate 

See, it ain't all about who you run with 

Or the trap that you just can't front, got the biggest bricks 

Or who you and your boys run and get 

It just take a ol' school hustla with a greatest hit 

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"Heart..."