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Текст песни OutKast f Cool Breeze, Big Gipp - Decatur Psalm

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Verse One: Cool BreezeI 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 LexusI`m bout to dump this nigga`s shit in New DimensionsGet to the crib so I can call Big Slate upAnd tell em da money man done slipped and got his throat cutAnd everything that we took from the warehouseI heard somebody talkin `bout it at the White HouseMan I thought you said that this job was for me and youI ain`t know that Bill Clampett wanted some tooYou tell his folks that I`m sorry bout that LexusI`m `bout to dip and see my sister up in... naaah!Can`t even tell you where I put my extra playa cardCause them Red Dog police know we homeboysJust tell everybody who us a dimeIt`s the Great Hoe Round Up Yo` Money timeI got to HAVE MINE, then I`m OUTTA HERETake a loss, come back up just like Coco GrierAin`t got to worry bout yo` potnah gettin caught like a lameIt 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 BoiYeah, it won`t be overCheck this outCan you see what I be hearin talkin to spirits when I sleepPeep this out real quick Slick, we gets on this beat and speakabout that pimp shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shitLookin up in your face I see a coward and a dimwitLookin to run up in my private home just like you was the folksServin a warrant to a baby daddy, who do they come to quote?On a Tuesday, April Fool`s Day, don`t get caught slippinLeavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by suspicionPenny pinchers tryin to stack for ninety-sixBuyin another Fleetwood, Diamond took it, so know we`s in the mixI need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby offCause them niggaz at the corner sto` been lookin at me for too long Starin like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober onesDon`t be biased, but I know it has to comeSo I put two in the sky to let them know I`m babysittinY`all don`t know nothin bout Big Boi cause that nigga steady dippinIt ain`t over (why that, why that) till the bitch open her mouth upand sang...Verse Three: Big GippTook me a long time to get hereLong time manI`m talkin about, years, and yearsRiding past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peersIf you don`t educate yourselfNow how the fuck you gonna understand how you posed to get paid?Niggaz walk around get with shade tree ass waysFuck a fade, let my hair dragBack and forth like a see-sawJumpin Lily, to lilypad dadLookin to get my Goodie feelI`m broke in like some old menWho`d stop dem or would stopI`m droppin lines for the big plotSixteen is when I started to dreamIt`s ninety-six I`m in your faceCan you hear that bitch scream?(It won`t be over til that big girl from Decatur sang...)

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