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the sweetest breeze at night
So fresh as the morning dew she would wash
My trouble away and set my soul to rest

A dream, a dream, a dream is all I have
the fresh breeze on her face
Closed her eyes and walked into the haze
... And fade away

Taken by promises
She's just begun to feel the heat
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[Verse One]
Nasty Noompsy Knightingale
Fresh in that tuxedo
Cumberbun with no suspenders
My torpedo, you libido

Need to chat (Chip,
[Chorus]
Welcome to the next level
The L-I-K-S, what makes them motherfuckers so damn fresh

Youse a nigga everybody diss cause you can't bust
the top
I take the breeze, quick break the trees
Feel good as we flipping through the Robb Repo't
My baby momma ain't tripping on child support

[DJ
the Cadillac! Yeah!

Nasty Noompsy Knightingale
Fresh in that tuxedo
Cummerbund with no suspenders
My torpedo, you libido
Need to chat (Chip, chop it up,
and thousands of very good MC's
A poet will flow like the breeze
Like the wind, air is all around us
From what I hear, it's a good thing you found us
And in
is wishin' that a male would come 
And grab 'er by the gills 
Because it's June, June, June, June 
Just because it's June, June, June! 

Fresh
Verse 1:  Fresh Kid Ice
I'm sittin' by the pool, thinkin' 'bout some women
Wishin' that we all could be swimmin' 
Then the Poison Clan bought some
girls, girls, girls, girls
Reach out and clap your hands
I be the fabulous man so, just play the fabulous fan
And, bring the breeze, bring the breeze

[Mos
the game thanks to strange
(oh wee) we like drew breeze niggas saints in the game
But I don't get no losses ain't o and 3
I eat my meat real fresh it
girls, girls, girls, girls
Reach out and clap your hands
I be the fabulous man so, just play the fabulous fan
And, bring the breeze, bring the breeze

[Mos
Vacations, no relations just relate the smells in hell
Fresh these breeze, west Indies
Amongst the baddest broads breathing, best believe
Bless the g's,
[cool breeze]
Hey, I was introduced to fame by way of mouth
I was rappin' on this tape, and the rap was about
How for my folks, and for mine, I forever
probably wanna kill me
Remixed it wit Scrappy and now the hood feel me
Fresh on the scene wit the all black shirt
Gucci so gutter he'll steal money out ya
cold, yeah I can feel the breeze
Hatred is sacred, life's a dying disease
Livin to hustle, down to die for cheese
Just hustlin with muscle slugs are
are now tuned in to the best!
This here Jazze Fizzle, producshizzle!
Pimp C (ladies and gentlemen!) Jody Breeze!
 
[Chorus: Jazze (Jody]]
If y'all
they say sheep's on fire
I feel like death jam, just sound starter mayer
I've been a g since I was chewin' on a pacifier
I keep that nick cannon with
homey, you can't move me
I ain't going nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies
All you shooting is the breeze, a bootleg uzi
I'm just waiting
cold, yeah I can feel the breeze
Hatred is sacred, life's a dying disease
Livin to hustle, down to die for cheese
Just hustlin with muscle slugs are
(feat. Rufus Blaq)
O-RYAN 
Oh, oh, TU- O G 
You know how we get down 

T Scott on the track 
O tell em what you're talking about 

[Verse 1:]
beard's stickin' out
Y'all don't want no witness shit, we squeeze hammers mang

Bullets breeze by you, like Lousiana mang...
But I gotta feed Tianna
and squeeze
Critics expecting me to underachieve
I just deal with the hate I receive
By rolling back my sleeves
Sure was a breeze, I bring him right to his
say about
Seventy-eight degrees (Yeah, it's a nice day, man)
You can feel and see the breeze ruffling in the trees
I hold the Pacific
I feel and look
and far
Cause I'm too hot to handle, too cold to freeze
And I'm a diss any nigga that sounds like me
 
[Akil]
Yo yo, breeze through the trees, feel