Good, Good Songtext
von Cool Breeze

Uh huh
What? What?
What? What? What?
Back again
Ain′t nothing
East Point's greatest hit
Right
Uh huh

Ayy, 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 it
You can bring your semi-30 or a 30
If you put your hands on a Calhoun player, it's gon′ get dirty, dirty
And everybody tryna claim boss, but that′s just talk

You don't really wanna turn these mics off
They tryna 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
So you can say that it's about to start
Don′t call us rappers, 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 Kool Kane or Dre High

Either Po Boy, Dirty Red or David Carr, I′m five-five
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 ride 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

Ayy, 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 for sure routes and pointing out the lame lames
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 noise and everybody know that
Plus we testing out this new sound
Everybody done foot down, now we breaking up some new ground
′Cause we serve 'em up that real, real
And be forever Dirty Souf and in this place we live, live
And that′s what make the brothers halt, halt
Tryna step up and showcase, but 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 rather see me in the chain gang

Than rolling a V12, riding on them thang, thang
I give 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 dope work and we ship it out the same night

So when I ride 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