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Yeah, it's fulton county
In the woods, where niggaz got bounties hangin over they heads
We done went back down the street
And stayed from the concrete treads

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Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill
If you trill you betta not squeal
Cause if you squeal, you will disappear
Now that's for trill

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Verse one: cool breeze

Ay, ay, i used to kick the back do' down with the chrome
Now when they see me, you oughta hear em, it's like the leash still on
(freeze!) i hit the stage, grab the mic, they gets crunk when i speak
Get my money, then i'm out, back at the embassy suites
I got some cut with a switch you can't do nothin but admit
I'm east pointe's greatest hit, she all on my stick
On the strength she be steamin, she come through for any reason
She work at the parisian, and this is polo season
Bam, with them calhouns, high-tops for my feet
Outfit ain't missin nuttin like brandy, peep
That's how us headland hustlers ball
Next stop gonna be greenbriar mall

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Verse 2: gipp

Stay in the streets like a herby curby
Some that didn't make it through the rain wasn't worthy
96 stamp dirty, flip wide wheels, watch for oil spills
What it is, what it ain't, in the paint, some slow by the dank
I think, make you go blank, lookin for work
Left you where you started shinin shins, under them skirts
At the airport, gipp cruise the hood
Like a snake up in the woods lookin for a cut party

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Verse 3: khujo

You know we don't use the goodie name to pack they function
At the last minute, request for, guest appearances, denied
Time is money, on the wood, many bed no good
Ain't nothin here for you freak, off-brand frapp, really need to learn
How to pick up an alexander graham bell, for she get gripped
Get some nights on beaver, made her way through the damm
Down stream, two crabs, a set of twins, three fins
One main pain was for soldiers to feel
Warriors don't take orders, ain't no serial killers in georgia
The culprit is blue words in pink skin, so listen our daughters
Daddy's little girl, dialling 1-800-earl
Cause she want to do what men do

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Verse 4: t-mo, cee-lo

How i wish, you was the last fish, i would have to catch
It was a mess, how the last one, jumped back in the sea
Of goddesses, from the swat it is
A poor playa with skills to build nations of people
Not giving a fuck bout no color, we all brothers that ball
While others get manipulated and fall
Nose wide open to that beast, like it was yo' first
To cash in your v-club, is it really love
That you feel for her, you a betta man than me
To think i can't keep a girl that i like around me
And so there's many that await, stay after plate
My stomach full after i take a pull

Yeah, uh-huh, many gon' come, many gon' go
Some thinkin, i'ma overwhelm, fuck the foes
Some wanna little time, wanna conversate
Some too impatient to wait so we can fully relate
Some bouvier, and you bout fall clean through thin ice tryin to skate
Your girl and i all playin the game, y'all just don't play the same
Don't give a fuck and brush up off me, tick, tick, shawty lo be
At a piece of being broken for emotion at f-o-e's
So she know it's gon' be a strike three
But you gotta strike two, huh
But at the damn i could find another just like you
At the damm i could find another just like you
Huh, goodnight boo

Verse one: cool breeze

I call da crib they say "breeze you ain't know?"
I say "what?" "big time got popped in his benzo!"
I said "damn man, i'm riding in his lexus
I'm bout to dump this nigga's shit in new dimensions
Get to the crib so i can call big slate up
And tell em da money man done slipped and got his throat cut
And everything that we took from the warehouse
I heard somebody talkin 'bout it at the white house
Man i thought you said that this job was for me and you
I ain't know that bill clampett wanted some too
You tell his folks that i'm sorry bout that lexus
I'm 'bout to dip and see my sister up in... naaah!
Can't even tell you where i put my extra playa card
Cause them red dog police know we homeboys
Just tell everybody who us a dime
It's the great hoe round up yo' money time
I got to have mine, then i'm outta here
Take a loss, come back up just like coco grier
Ain't got to worry bout yo' potnah gettin caught like a lame
It won't be over til that big girl from decatur sang"

(it won't be over till that big girl from decatur sang!
East pointe police don't know a damn thang...)

Verse two: big boi

Yeah, it won't be over
Check this out
Can you see what i be hearin talkin to spirits when i sleep
Peep this out real quick slick, we gets on this beat and speak
About that pimp shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shit
Lookin up in your face i see a coward and a dimwit
Lookin to run up in my private home just like you was the folks
Servin a warrant to a baby daddy, who do they come to quote?
On a tuesday, april fool's day, don't get caught slippin
Leavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by suspicion
Penny pinchers tryin to stack for ninety-six
Buyin another fleetwood, diamond took it, so know we's in the mix
I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off
Cause them niggaz at the corner sto' been lookin at me for too long
Starin like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober ones
Don't be biased, but i know it has to come
So i put two in the sky to let them know i'm babysittin
Y'all don't know nothin bout big boi cause that nigga steady dippin
It ain't over (why that, why that) till the bitch open her mouth up
And sang...

Verse three: big gipp

Took me a long time to get here
Long time man
I'm talkin about, years, and years
Riding past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers
If you don't educate yourself
Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you posed to get paid?
Niggaz walk around get with shade tree ass ways
Fuck a fade, let my hair drag
Back and forth like a see-saw
Jumpin lily, to lilypad dad
Lookin to get my goodie feel
I'm broke in like some old men
Who'd stop dem or would stop
I'm droppin lines for the big plot
Sixteen is when i started to dream
It's ninety-six i'm in your face
Can you hear that bitch scream?

(it won't be over til that big girl from decatur sang...)