I call the crib, say "Breeze you ain't know?" I say "What?" "Big got popped in his Benzo!" I "Damn man, I'm riding in his Lexus" I'm 'bout to dump this shit in New Dimensions Get to the crib so I can call Big up And them the money man has slipped and got his throat cut And everything that we from the warehouse I heard somebody about it at the White House Man I you said that this job was for me and you I ain't that Bill Clampett wanted some too
You his folks that I'm sorry 'bout that Lexus I'm to dip and see my sister up in, nah! Can't even tell you where I put my extra playa 'Cause them Red Dog know we homeboys Just tell who owe us a dime It's the great hoe round up yo' time I got to have mine, then I'm here Take a loss, come back up just Coco Grier Ain't got to worry yo' partner gettin' caught like a lame It won't be over 'til big girl from Decatur sang"
It won't be over till that big girl Decatur sang East police don't know a damn thang
Yeah, it won't be over, check out Can you see I be hearin' Talkin' to spirits when I Peep out real quick, slick We gets on beat and speak About that pimp shit, that walk with that limp That hemp Lookin' up in your I see a and a dim wit to run up in my private home Just like you was the
Servin' a warrant to a daddy Who do they come to On a Tuesday, Fool's Day Don't get caught the keys off in the ignition Makin' me guilty by Penny tryin' to stack for ninety-six Buyin' another Fleetwood, took it So know in the mix I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the off
'Cause them niggas at the store lookin' at me for too long There've been like on highways High are better than sober ones Don't be biased, but I know it has to So I put two in the sky to let know I'm babysittin' Y'all don't know about Big Boi 'Cause that nigga dippin' It over, why that, why that Till the bitch open her up and sang, yeah
Took me a long time to get Long man I'm talkin' about years and past funeral fields holdin' bodies of my peers If you don't yourself Now how the fuck you gonna How you 'posed to get Niggas walk around, get shade tree ass ways Fuck a fade, let my hair
Back and forth a see-saw Lily, to lilypad dad Lookin' to get my goodie I'm broke in like old men Who'd stop them or stop I'm lines for the big plot Sixteen is when I to dream It's ninety-six I'm in your Can you hear bitch screaming?
It won't be over till that big girl Decatur sang