Decatur Psalm Lyrics - Singles - Cool Breeze

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's day, don't get caught slippin 

Leavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by suspicion 

Penny pinchers tryin to stack for ninety-six 

Buyin another fleetwood, diamond took it, so know we's in the mix 

I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off 

Cause them niggaz at the corner sto' been lookin at me for too long 

Starin like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober ones 

Don't be biased, but I know it has to come 

So I put two in the sky to let them know I'm babysittin 

Y'all don't know nothin bout big boi cause that nigga steady dippin 

It ain't over (why that, why that) till the bitch open her mouth up 

And sang... 

Verse three: big gipp 

Took me a long time to get here 

Long time man 

I'm talkin about, years, and years 

Riding past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers 

If you don't educate yourself 

Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you posed to get paid? 

Niggaz walk around get with shade tree ass ways 

Fuck a fade, let my hair drag 

Back and forth like a see-saw 

Jumpin lily, to lilypad dad 

Lookin to get my goodie feel 

I'm broke in like some old men 

Who'd stop dem or would stop 

I'm droppin lines for the big plot 

Sixteen is when I started to dream 

It's ninety-six I'm in your face 

Can you hear that bitch scream? 

(it won't be over til that big girl from decatur sang...)