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Verse one: cool

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

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

Verse big boi

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

three: big gipp

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

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