Weeastpointin    Luciano  Pauly C.  Briand  Freddie  Brothers    Dungeon Family  Dungeon Family    [ CHORUS ]  There's some rules on these streets that we all go by  Dope on these streets that you don't buy  Girls in these streets that you let walk by  People on these streets that you don't try (2x)    [ VERSE 1: Lucky Calhoun ]  I got this hook-up with a Jamaican, he got that fire-fire  Roll it up, fold it up, now everybody sky high  Certain people that you don't try  Certain things that you don't buy  Listen, live: never try to make that fast sale  Cause when you do, you be on Right Street makin bail  When you ride, you better ride clean  Don't put no work in your pocket, leavin stains in them Calhoun jeans  We livin life, and it's hard knocks  Some of y'all pushin weed, some of y'all pushin straight rocks  That's why we Organized and run with a team  When I get the Caddy, I flip-flop some cream  Lookin out for girls that be tryin to scheme  Wipe out the fakes, start some triple beam  So if you know a hustler, don't even cross that line  When you get caught up, go and do your time    [ CHORUS ]    [ VERSE 2: Pauly Calhoun ]  Now my brother told me, 'Never sit with your back to the do'  Re-up, not when you out, but when you start gettin low  Play your game, maintain, and watch who you playin  Look them laws dead in they eyes, and tell em you ain't seen a thing'  Me and my folks on top, we run these blocks  We pay the President, the government, plus them dirty cops  Pauly Calhoun, livin million-dollar dreams  Now spendin the most, we represent the South Coast  With some utility trucks, blast them 'Greatest Hit'  Co-pilot, most dangerous gator mouth pit  Cause we some hustlin pros, never missin a beat  And we'll match any price if you find it this cheap  Trump tight, love hundred-dollar bills  Secrets than can kill, you can trust me, my lips are sealed    [ CHORUS ]    [ VERSE 3: Briand Calhoun ]  Location unknown somewhere in the woods  Right back in the smoke stack, fire burnin goods  Ain't nothin goin on but sackin this hay, and stackin this pape'  Huh, we're loaded up, and we'll be on our way  See, the last out the blocks is the left-overs  We in a LX 470, bein trailed by a Rover  Tryin to figure out who's 12th time snitchin n this click, and   Inside scoops got my partner pinched for a chicken  See a hit, dog, I holler  When it gets tight around the collar  Never talk for a dollar  Rules of a Calhoun scholar    The rules   That's right  Gotta know the rules  Check it out    [ VERSE 4: Cool Breeze a/k/a Freddie Calhoun ]  There's two things I was taught when I first got here  When East Point was nothin but a big dirt hill  That when you fight one-on-one, never pull a pistol  And you never put your hands on a Calhoun sister  Now these the type of things you know that's right  It's like extra-player points, so live your life  Now he said he heard my tape the other day, when he was walkin  It wasn't really like I was rappin, it was more like I was talkin  I said, "Well damn, playboy, I don't mean to be braggin  But your girl wasn't really suckin, it was more like she was gaggin"  Why he naggin, he ain't never showed no love  Man, every since I knew him, he always been a scrub  So I stepped to him, and he wouldn't hit me  Cause he knew I'd leave and come back and have the whole East Point with me  So don't you think for once he took my heart  Cause the table at my crib was a ??true Indian art??    [ CHORUS ]    It's the Calhouns