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"Decatur Psalm" lyrics


featuring Cool Breeze & Big Gipp

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? 


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