Verse One: Cool Breeze
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I call da crib they say "Breeze you ain't know?"
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I say "What?" "Big Time got popped in his Benzo!"
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I said "Damn man, I'm riding in his Lexus
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I'm bout to dump this nigga's shit in New Dimensions
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Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up
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And tell em da money man done slipped and got his throat cut
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And everything that we took from the warehouse
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I heard somebody talkin 'bout it at the White House
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Man I thought you said that this job was for me and you
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I ain't know that Bill Clampett wanted some too
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You tell his folks that I'm sorry bout that Lexus
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I'm 'bout to dip and see my sister up in... naaah!
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Can't even tell you where I put my extra playa card
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Cause them Red Dog police know we homeboys
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Just tell everybody who us a dime
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It's the Great Hoe Round Up Yo' Money time
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I got to HAVE MINE, then I'm OUTTA HERE
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Take a loss, come back up just like Coco Grier
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Ain't got to worry bout yo' potnah gettin caught like a lame
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It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang"
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(It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang!
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East Pointe police don't know a damn thang...)
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Verse Two: Big Boi
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Yeah, it won't be over
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Check this out
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Can you see what I be hearin talkin to spirits when I sleep
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Peep this out real quick Slick, we gets on this beat and speak
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about that pimp shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shit
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Lookin up in your face I see a coward and a dimwit
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Lookin to run up in my private home just like you was the folks
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Servin a warrant to a baby daddy, who do they come to quote?
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On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day, don't get caught slippin
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Leavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by suspicion
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Penny pinchers tryin to stack for ninety-six
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Buyin another Fleetwood, Diamond took it, so know we's in the mix
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I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off
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Cause them niggaz at the corner sto' been lookin at me for too long
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Starin like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober ones
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Don't be biased, but I know it has to come
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So I put two in the sky to let them know I'm babysittin
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Y'all don't know nothin bout Big Boi cause that nigga steady dippin
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It ain't over (why that, why that) till the bitch open her mouth up
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and sang...
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Verse Three: Big Gipp
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Took me a long time to get here
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Long time man
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I'm talkin about, years, and years
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Riding past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers
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If you don't educate yourself
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Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you posed to get paid?
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Niggaz walk around get with shade tree ass ways
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Fuck a fade, let my hair drag
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Back and forth like a see-saw
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Jumpin Lily, to lilypad dad
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Lookin to get my Goodie feel
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I'm broke in like some old men
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Who'd stop dem or would stop
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I'm droppin lines for the big plot
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Sixteen is when I started to dream
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It's ninety-six I'm in your face
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Can you hear that bitch scream?
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(It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang...)
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Decatur Psalm
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| Cool Breeze |
