Featuring Cool Breeze Big Gipp




Verse One: Cool Breeze




I 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 Lexus



I'm Bout To Dump This Nigga's Shit In New Dimensions



Get To The Crib So I Can Call Big Slate Up



And Tell Em Da Money Man Done Slipped And Got His Throat Cut



And Everything That We Took From The Warehouse



I Heard Somebody Talkin 'bout It At The White House



Man I Thought You Said That This Job Was For Me And You



I Ain't Know That Bill Clampett Wanted Some Too



You Tell His Folks That I'm Sorry Bout That Lexus



I'm 'bout To Dip And See My Sister Up In... Naaah!



Can't Even Tell You Where I Put My Extra Playa Card



Cause Them Red Dog Police Know We Homeboys



Just Tell Everybody Who Us A Dime



It's The Great Hoe Round Up Yo' Money Time



I Got To HAVE MINE, Then I'm OUTTA HERE



Take A Loss, Come Back Up Just Like Coco Grier



Ain't Got To Worry Bout Yo' Potnah Gettin Caught Like A Lame



It 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 Boi




Yeah, It Won't Be Over



Check This Out



Can You See What I Be Hearin Talkin To Spirits When I Sleep



Peep This Out Real Quick Slick, We Gets On This Beat And Speak



About That Pimp Shit, That Walk With Dat Limp Shit, That Hemp Shit



Lookin Up In Your Face I See A Coward And A Dimwit



Lookin To Run Up In My Private Home Just Like You Was The Folks



Servin A Warrant To A Baby Daddy, Who Do They Come To Quote?



On A Tuesday, April Fool'