Представляем точный текст композиции "E.P.G.H." и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Cool Breeze . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «E.P.G.H.» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Cool Breeze передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Cool Breeze - "E.P.G.H."
Lyrics to E.P.G.H. : [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 aint impressed [Repeat 1] Cool raps get weight like grams on triple beams Cool left with dirt and came back with Gs 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 aint 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 [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] Young Cool Breeze aint 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 its like a lot of them gon start dissin But well make money, sell records And serve em up like competition And I be the first to crank up the spot Say you dont know nothin bout the south And Atlanta aint 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 yall songs If we cant be off city poppin lip, we be dead wrong So I just check for your release date And if its bumpin and you snappin, Ill pick it up Cuz I dont city hate See, it aint all about who you run with Or the trap that you just cant 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 [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] "Heart..." [ E.P.G.H. Lyrics ]
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