Yeah, it's Fulton County
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In the Woods, where niggaz got bounties hangin over they heads
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We done went back down the street
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And stayed from the concrete treads
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Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill
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If you trill you betta not squeal
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Cause if you squeal, you will disappear
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Now that's for trill
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Chorus
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Verse One: Cool Breeze
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Ay, ay, I used to kick the back do' down with the chrome
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Now when they see me, you oughta hear em, it's like the leash still on
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(FREEZE!) I hit the stage, grab the mic, they gets crunk when I speak
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Get my money, then I'm out, back at the Embassy Suites
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I got some cut with a switch you can't do nothin but admit
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I'm East Pointe's greatest hit, she all on my stick
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On the strength she be steamin, she come through for any reason
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She work at the Parisian, and this is Polo season
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Bam, with them Calhouns, high-tops for my feet
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Outfit ain't missin nuttin like Brandy, peep
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That's how us Headland hustlers ball
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Next stop gonna be Greenbriar Mall
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Chorus
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Verse 2: Gipp
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Stay in the streets like a Herby Curby
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Some that didn't make it through the rain wasn't worthy
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96 stamp dirty, flip wide wheels, watch for oil spills
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What it is, what it ain't, in the paint, some slow by the dank
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I think, make you go blank, lookin for work
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left you where you started shinin shins, under them skirts
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at the airport, Gipp cruise the hood
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like a snake up in the woods lookin for a cut party
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Chorus
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Verse 3: Khujo
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You know we don't use the Goodie name to pack they function
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at the last minute, request for, guest appearances, denied
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Time is money, on the wood, many bed no good
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Ain't nothin here for you freak, off-brand frapp, really need to learn
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how to pick up an Alexander Graham Bell, for she get gripped
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get some nights on beaver, made her way through the damm
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Down stream, two crabs, a set of twins, three fins
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One main pain was for soldiers to feel
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Warriors don't take orders, ain't no serial killers in Georgia
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The culprit is blue words in pink skin, so listen our daughters
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Daddy's little girl, dialling 1-800-Earl
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cause she want to do what men do
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Chorus
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Verse 4: T-Mo, Cee-Lo
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How I wish, you was the last fish, I would have to catch
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It was a mess, how the last one, jumped back in the sea
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of Goddesses, from the SWAT it is
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A poor playa with skills to build nations of people
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not giving a fuck bout no color, we all brothers that ball
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While others get manipulated and fall
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Nose wide open to that beast, like it was yo' first
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to cash in your V-club, is it really love
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that you feel for her, you a betta man than me
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To think I can't keep a girl that I like around me
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And so there's many that await, stay after plate
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my stomach full after I take a pull
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Yeah, uh-huh, many gon' come, many gon' go
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some thinkin, I'ma overwhelm, fuck the foes
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Some wanna little time, wanna conversate
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Some too impatient to wait so we can fully relate
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Some Bouvier, and you bout fall clean through thin ice tryin to skate
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Your girl and I all playin the game, y'all just don't play the same
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Don't give a fuck and brush up off me, tick, tick, shawty Lo be
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At a piece of being broken for emotion at F-O-E's
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So she know it's gon' be a strike three
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But you gotta strike two, huh
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But at the damn I could find another just like you
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At The Damm I could find another just like you
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Huh, goodnight Boo
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The Damm
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| Cool Breeze |
