Featuring cool breeze big gipp
Verse one: cool breeze
I call da crib they say andquot;breeze you ainand't know?andquot;
I say andquot;what?andquot; andquot;big time got popped in his benzo!andquot;
I said andquot;damn man iand'm riding in his lexus
Iand'm bout to dump this niggaand'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 and'bout it at the white house
Man i thought you said that this job was for me and you
I ainand't know that bill clampett wanted some too
You tell his folks that iand'm sorry bout that lexus
Iand'm and'bout to dip and see my sister up in... naaah!
Canand'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
Itand's the great hoe round up yoand' money time
I got to have mine, then iand'm outta here
Take a loss, come back up just like coco grier
Ainand't got to worry bout yoand' potnah gettin caught like a lame
It wonand't be over til that big girl from decatur sangandquot;
(it wonand't be over till that big girl from decatur sang!
East pointe police donand't know a damn thang...)
Verse two: big boi
Yeah, it wonand'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 fooland's day, donand'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 weand's in the mix
I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off
Cause them niggaz at the corner stoand' been lookin at me for too long
Starin like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober ones
Donand't be biased, but i know it has to come
So i put two in the sky to let them know iand'm babysittin
Yand'all donand't know nothin bout big boi cause that nigga steady dippin
It ainand'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
Iand'm talkin about, years, and years
Riding past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers
If you donand'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
Iand'm broke in like some old men
Whoand'd stop dem or would stop
Iand'm droppin lines for the big plot
Sixteen is when i started to dream
Itand's ninety-six iand'm in your face
Can you hear that bitch scream?
(it wonand't be over til that big girl from decatur sang...)
