Yeah, its fulton county
In the woods, where niggaz got bounties hangin over they heads
We done went back down the street
And stayed from the concrete treads
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Lets hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill
If you trill you betta not squeal
Cause if you squeal, you will disappear
Now thats for trill
Chorus
Verse one: cool breeze
Ay, ay, I used to kick the back do down with the chrome
Now when they see me, you oughta hear em, its like the leash still on
(freeze!) I hit the stage, grab the mic, they gets crunk when I speak
Get my money, then Im out, back at the embassy suites
I got some cut with a switch you cant do nothin but admit
Im east pointes greatest hit, she all on my stick
On the strength she be steamin, she come through for any reason
She work at the parisian, and this is polo season
Bam, with them calhouns, high-tops for my feet
Outfit aint missin nuttin like brandy, peep
Thats how us headland hustlers ball
Next stop gonna be greenbriar mall
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Verse 2: gipp
Stay in the streets like a herby curby
Some that didnt make it through the rain wasnt worthy
96 stamp dirty, flip wide wheels, watch for oil spills
What it is, what it aint, in the paint, some slow by the dank
I think, make you go blank, lookin for work
Left you where you started shinin shins, under them skirts
At the airport, gipp cruise the hood
Like a snake up in the woods lookin for a cut party
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Verse 3: khujo
You know we dont use the goodie name to pack they function
At the last minute, request for, guest appearances, denied
Time is money, on the wood, many bed no good
Aint nothin here for you freak, off-brand frapp, really need to learn
How to pick up an alexander graham bell, for she get gripped
Get some nights on beaver, made her way through the damm
Down stream, two crabs, a set of twins, three fins
One main pain was for soldiers to feel
Warriors dont take orders, aint no serial killers in georgia
The culprit is blue words in pink skin, so listen our daughters
Daddys little girl, dialling 1-800-earl
Cause she want to do what men do
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Verse 4: t-mo, cee-lo
How I wish, you was the last fish, I would have to catch
It was a mess, how the last one, jumped back in the sea
Of goddesses, from the swat it is
A poor playa with skills to build nations of people
Not giving a fuck bout no color, we all brothers that ball
While others get manipulated and fall
Nose wide open to that beast, like it was yo first
To cash in your v-club, is it really love
That you feel for her, you a betta man than me
To think I cant keep a girl that I like around me
And so theres many that await, stay after plate
My stomach full after I take a pull
Yeah, uh-huh, many gon come, many gon go
Some thinkin, ima overwhelm, fuck the foes
Some wanna little time, wanna conversate
Some too impatient to wait so we can fully relate
Some bouvier, and you bout fall clean through thin ice tryin to skate
Your girl and I all playin the game, yall just dont play the same
Dont give a fuck and brush up off me, tick, tick, shawty lo be
At a piece of being broken for emotion at f-o-es
So she know its gon be a strike three
But you gotta strike two, huh
But at the damn I could find another just like you
At the damm I could find another just like you
Huh, goodnight boo
