Decatur Psalm歌词
作词 : Organized Noize/Andre Benjamin/Antwan Patton/Cameron Gipp/Frederick Bell
作曲 : Organized Noize/Andre Benjamin/Antwan Patton/Cameron Gipp/Frederick Bell
I call the 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 *****'s *****t in
New Dimensions
Get to the crib so
I can call
Big Slate up
And tell them the money man has slipped and got his throat cut
And everything that we took from the warehouse
I heard somebody talkin' about 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
LexusI'm 'bout to dip and see my sister up in, nah!
Can't even tell you where
I put my extra playa card'
Cause them
Red Dog police know we homeboys
Just tell everybody who owe 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' partner 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 sangEast Pointe police don't know a damn thangYeah, it won't be over, check this outCan you see what I be hearin'Talkin' to spirits when I sleepPeep this out real quick, slickWe gets on this beat and speakAbout that pimp *****t, that walk with that limp *****tThat hemp *****tLookin' up in your faceI see a coward and a dim witLookin' to run up in my private homeJust like you was the folksServin' a warrant to a baby daddyWho do they come to quote?On a Tuesday, April Fool's DayDon't get caught slippin'Leavin' the keys off in the ignitionMakin' me guilty by suspicionPenny Pincher's tryin' to stack for ninety-sixBuyin' another Fleetwood, Diamond took itSo know we's in the mixI need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off'Cause them *****s at the corner storeBeen lookin' at me for too longThere've been like accidents on highway*****gh 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 babysittin'Y'all don't know nothin' about Big Boi'Cause that ***** steady dippin'It ain't over, why that, why thatTill the ***** open her mouth up and sang, yeahTook 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 ***** you gonna understandHow you 'posed to get paid?*****s walk around, get with shade tree ass ways***** 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 them 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 ***** screaming?It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang
作曲 : Organized Noize/Andre Benjamin/Antwan Patton/Cameron Gipp/Frederick Bell
I call the 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 *****'s *****t in
New Dimensions
Get to the crib so
I can call
Big Slate up
And tell them the money man has slipped and got his throat cut
And everything that we took from the warehouse
I heard somebody talkin' about 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
LexusI'm 'bout to dip and see my sister up in, nah!
Can't even tell you where
I put my extra playa card'
Cause them
Red Dog police know we homeboys
Just tell everybody who owe 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' partner 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 sangEast Pointe police don't know a damn thangYeah, it won't be over, check this outCan you see what I be hearin'Talkin' to spirits when I sleepPeep this out real quick, slickWe gets on this beat and speakAbout that pimp *****t, that walk with that limp *****tThat hemp *****tLookin' up in your faceI see a coward and a dim witLookin' to run up in my private homeJust like you was the folksServin' a warrant to a baby daddyWho do they come to quote?On a Tuesday, April Fool's DayDon't get caught slippin'Leavin' the keys off in the ignitionMakin' me guilty by suspicionPenny Pincher's tryin' to stack for ninety-sixBuyin' another Fleetwood, Diamond took itSo know we's in the mixI need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off'Cause them *****s at the corner storeBeen lookin' at me for too longThere've been like accidents on highway*****gh 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 babysittin'Y'all don't know nothin' about Big Boi'Cause that ***** steady dippin'It ain't over, why that, why thatTill the ***** open her mouth up and sang, yeahTook 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 ***** you gonna understandHow you 'posed to get paid?*****s walk around, get with shade tree ass ways***** 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 them 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 ***** screaming?It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang
