Текст (слова) песни: Cool Breeze - East Point Greatest Hit

[Chorus 2x]
I had the strangest dream
I was in this place called butta
You wouldn`t believe what I seen
Ooh, you got that butta

My name Cool Breeze I got that country crock
All the girls on the block they call me chop, chop, chop
I cuts em up baby and my cuts be very precise
And, uh, right before they melt, i put em back in ice
And every now and then I take em out for a test
Then it`s back to the cooler to make sure they stay fresh
They always scream my name at my heavyweight bout
I like grits, girls raised in the South
Hanging out for a night and she`ll never forget
How I showed her respect and I`m a East Point vet
She stay on Old Nat`l, she wants to see me today
And when she see me tonight she gon be college parkay

[Chorus 2x]

OK, first let me tell you how I tell how I tell
When i first walk in the room I check for the smell
And if it`s on and popping I won`t be saying nothing
We can begin on the sofa where the parts jumping
I know she telling all her friends about this butta she get
And tonight she gon submit to the greatest hit
Now we done done a lot of talking and enough has been said
Girl get up on this toast and let me see how you spread
I said paper, scissors, young cool cutter
Toss em up in the air and cut em up like butter
She said she never heard of nothing like that in her whole life
That`s when I pulled off my shirt and then I took out my knofe

[Chorus 2x]

Take you to get yo nails done, play that song "The Player`s Ball"
Run you over Kiesha house, drop you off by Greenbrown Mall
It don`t matter how long you try to keep me out
I`m a still chop and dice you up like we were at the Waffle House
Girls always asking me like what do I mean
When I say butter berry cream when I`m floating downstream
See this type of butter ain`t like Land-O-Lakes
it`s just moist in the middle like some hot pancakes
When I go over her house she always sitting alone
And be playing my songs, I mean like all night long
If i, Cool Cutter, gave one reply
When I wake up in the morning, my cholestorol high

[Chorus 4x]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Cool Breeze - East Point Greatest Hit [Chorus 2x] I had the strangest dream I was in this place called butta You wouldn`t believe what I seen Ooh, you got that butta My name Cool Breeze I got that country crock All the girls on the block they call me chop, chop, chop I cuts em up baby and my cuts be very precise And, uh, right before they melt, i put em back in ice And every now and then I take em out for a test Then it`s back to the cooler to make sure they stay fresh They always scream my name at my heavyweight bout I like grits, girls raised in the South Hanging out for a night and she`ll never forget How I showed her respect and I`m a East Point vet She stay on Old Nat`l, she wants to see me today And when she see me tonight she gon be college parkay [Chorus 2x] OK, first let me tell you how I tell how I tell When i first walk in the room I check for the smell And if it`s on and popping I won`t be saying nothing We can begin on the sofa where the parts jumping I know she telling all her friends about this butta she get And tonight she gon submit to the greatest hit Now we done done a lot of talking and enough has been said Girl get up on this toast and let me see how you spread I said paper, scissors, young cool cutter Toss em up in the air and cut em up like butter She said she never heard of nothing like that in her whole life That`s when I pulled off my shirt and then I took out my knofe [Chorus 2x] Take you to get yo nails done, play that song "The Player`s Ball" Run you over Kiesha house, drop you off by Greenbrown Mall It don`t matter how long you try to keep me out I`m a still chop and dice you up like we were at the Waffle House Girls always asking me like what do I mean When I say butter berry cream when I`m floating downstream See this type of butter ain`t like Land-O-Lakes it`s just moist in the middle like some hot pancakes When I go over her house she always sitting alone And be playing my songs, I mean like all night long If i, Cool Cutter, gave one reply When I wake up in the morning, my cholestorol high [Chorus 4x] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни East Point Greatest Hit: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/21422.html Все тексты песен: Cool Breeze » Cool Breeze - CreaTine » Cool Breeze - Doin It in The South » Cool Breeze - Butta » Cool Breeze - CreaTine » Cool Breeze - Tenn Points » Cool Breeze - East Points Greatest Hit » Cool Breeze - Watch for The Hook » Cool Breeze - We Get It Crunk » Cool Breeze - Slump » Cool Breeze - Weeastpointin` » Cool Breeze - Gangsta Partna » Cool Breeze - Watch for The Hook » Cool Breeze - Tenn Points » Cool Breeze - Ghetto Camelot » Cool Breeze - Weeastpointin` » Cool Breeze - The Damm » Cool Breeze - East Point Greatest Hit » Cool Breeze - Weeastpointin` » Cool Breeze - East Point Greatest Hit » Cool Breeze - Hit Man Рекомендуем скачать: » Елена Решетняк - Ностальгия » Елена Фролова - Ангел, мой ангел, слезой изукрашенный... » Евгения Голосовская - Полторы недели, полные до края... » Елена Казанцева - Подросток » Евгений Бабенко - Благодарность, или Похмельный романс Честняги » Евгений Бабенко - Не профессионал » Евгений Мартынов - Яблони в цвету » Елена Казанцева - Жестокий романс » Елена Решетняк - А кто-то строит дом » Евгений Бабенко - Конец света » Евгений Романов - Двадцать лет спустя » Елена Фролова - Весна наводит сон... » Елена Казанцева - Простого счастья в жизни нет... » Евгения Козина - Спотыкаясь о бескрылость... » Евгений Романов - Июльская истома » Евгений Исакевич - Из бухты Барахты » Е.Неклюдова - Зима не зима » Елена Гурфинкель, Владимир Растопчинко - Письма » Евгений Муравьев - Любимая тобой... » Евгения Козина - Где-то далеко, очень высоко дождь...
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