the beavers go chill If you trill you betta not squeal Cause if you squeal, you will disappear Now that's for trill Chorus Verse one: cool breeze Ay
in the zone Tryin' to kill fo' birds, with about fifteen stones The C stands for Cool Breeze who's known as the champ Freddy Calhoun, the coolest cutta
'll rest assured Cool as a cold embrace A life that's lost without a trace The joke's on me when you find out you're laughing On the other side of your
't You always whine about "My true Me" You are your Parents You've to work for other ones to be- Come on What's up with you Cool Heroes Seem to Suffer
to me A true MC usually be into a breeze And I can still see New York City through the trees My advance slams put you outside lookin in Or the other
'm serious I'm not the type to joke a lot Dressed in all black never seen in polka dots No other writes rhymes like these I'm cool as a light breeze I
your coffee cup Chorus: Dry?c?cthe wind blows dry, so dry Crack the vent?c?chere comes a cool breeze And chances are we'll always be on the other side
bullshittin'? Mama tries but there ain't no love like homie love, baby I'm G'd up and I'm crazy And there's a mellow ghetto breeze on my ass 'Cause
The warming sun, the cooling rain The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze The lightning bolt that clears the sky for you Yet only eagles seem
fixed And when you grin, that?s when all life begins Cool like a fresh breeze, ooh, please come with me Let?s take a ride, swing to the other side I
nothing but a breeze Life is much too short for some folks For other folks it just drags on Some folks like the taste of smooth tequila Others figure
from here, to the first horizon Forget her My friend you could open windows now Let cool breezes through your life somehow 'Cos there?s people out there Other
give a shout out to some people aight bust it A Scott LaRock and ya don't stop A Sammy B and ya don't stop A Mister Cee and ya don't stop A Cool V and
could keep it You know there's only one ghetto Queen with a guillotine real bitch that carry gats by the spleen Na mean? Some bitch is on the other line
rah digga? Motherfucking right , ayo rah yo rah yo rah Bitches write her own rhymes what niggas ain't fucking wit us Rah , yo check it rah Cool like
see anotha century lifes a bitch who do you trust i put my faith in my glock cause I know its gone bust I used to think the hood was cool but my ghetto
man them weh claim say that them rule Them try fi dis Jah program them look like fool 'Cause anytime them hear Jah name the whole a dem haffi cool 'Cause
, independent chips Lay that down, lay that down, that's what I'm sayin' I'm gonna tell you it's cool, 'cause your playa partner Take his other money