Alright [VERSE 1: Breeze] Girls, a subject that I think of every hour While I'm relaxin, in fact sittin down or takin a shower Ain't a time in the day
didn't listen so I'm dissin with precision No one can mess with me, that decision is def with me They praise and raise and kiss the one they look up to
[VERSE 1: Breeze] There's a difference between me and you and I can prove this Check the stance, the dance and the smoothness The fluidness, the effortless
m The Young Son Of No One in rap Like the man I mentioned two lines back Never duck or weave, just believe I never run Cause I been crowned The Young Son
come on You couldn't break the kid, now took a look And while you're sittin there kickin yourself, son, watch the hook Watch the (Hook) (Hook) (Hook) [VERSE 2: Breeze
what it's like at the scene of a homicide It's like a eerie feeling Wait hold up, I think I see one now [VERSE 2: Breeze] Yo foolio, what you're doin
[VERSE 1: Breeze] It's time to rhyme, keep it in mind I'm gifted With the strength to go the length and if it's Rough enough to keep the crowd in a standstill
[VERSE 1: Breeze] I'm goin through phases, wonderin what is expected of me For the money or the girls to love me For the juice, the clout or recognition
[VERSE 1: Breeze] Loungin, a lazy sort of topic To do nothin at all is the goal, you know, the object You just relax and your body gets weak And sometimes
(feat. Big Dad) (Gotta be got to be a freak of the week) [VERSE 1: Breeze] What you think about steppin to a funky beat that's movin ya And while I
warm wind blow I must explore the boundaries Transcend the depth of winter's snow Innocence caressing me I never felt so young before There was
on the offbeaten track I sit down with my son [17:53] Can't you see the crimson sunset He's my only one Now that my time has come Now that my day is
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 at camp Ay, my one
: [Lil Wayne] Who that, Weezy Bitch Like Sigel, you fuckin with the young don, people Plus I'm tryna make a son, he gon' be the sequel Muh'fuckas better
Even though the bounce back seeming like magic Shit, but call me sick freak Watch how I turn one k to a hundred g's Yeah, dear summer, summer breeze Summer
of fact I want more Bank than that chick that be modelin (UHH!) My uzi weighs more than a single ton I leave you single son, who wanna mingle not a single one
these words reach you Cuz you never know where life?ll lead you We gon party for my niggaz that died young Too soon, never seen the other side son I
Who that, Weezy Bitch Like Sigel, you fuckin' with the young don, people Plus I'm tryna make a son, he gon' be the sequel Muthafuckers better be peaceful
