I call the crib, say "Breeze you ain't know?" I say "What?" "Big Time got in his Benzo!" I "Damn man, I'm riding in his Lexus" I'm 'bout to this nigga's shit in New Dimensions Get to the crib so I can call Big up And tell them the money man has slipped and got his cut And everything that we took the warehouse I heard somebody talkin' about it at the White Man I you said that this job was for me and you I ain't know that Bill wanted some too
You tell his folks that I'm sorry that Lexus I'm 'bout to dip and see my up in, nah! Can't tell you where I put my extra playa card them Red Dog police know we homeboys Just everybody who owe us a dime It's the hoe round up yo' money time I got to have mine, I'm outta here Take a loss, come back up just like Coco Ain't got to worry bout yo' partner caught like a lame It won't be over 'til big girl from Decatur sang"
It won't be over till big girl from Decatur sang East Pointe police don't a damn thang
Yeah, it be over, check this out Can you see what I be Talkin' to spirits I sleep Peep this out quick, slick We gets on beat and speak About that pimp shit, that with that limp shit hemp shit Lookin' up in your I see a and a dim wit to run up in my private home Just you was the folks
Servin' a warrant to a daddy Who do they come to On a Tuesday, April 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 we's in the mix I need to take my ass to the crib and the baby off
'Cause niggas at the corner store Been lookin' at me for too There've been like accidents on days are better than sober ones Don't be biased, but I it has to come So I put two in the sky to let them I'm babysittin' Y'all know nothin' about Big Boi 'Cause that steady dippin' It over, why that, why that Till the bitch open her mouth up and sang,
Took me a long time to get time man I'm talkin' about years and past funeral fields holdin' bodies of my peers If you don't educate Now how the fuck you understand How you to get paid? walk around, get with shade tree ass ways Fuck a fade, let my drag
and forth like a see-saw Jumpin' Lily, to dad Lookin' to get my goodie I'm in like some old men Who'd stop them or stop I'm droppin' lines for the big Sixteen is I started to dream ninety-six I'm in your face Can you hear that bitch
It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur