OutKast, Big Gipp, Cool Breeze - Decatur Psalm lyrics
[OutKast, Big Gipp, Cool Breeze - Decatur Psalm lyrics]
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 nigga's
Shit in New Dimensions
Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up
And tell 'em the 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 innaaah!
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 ho '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
Getting caught like a lame
It won't be over 'til that
Big girl from Decatur sang"
(It won't be over 'til that
Big girl from Decatur sang!
East Point police don't know a damn thang)
Yeah, it won't be over, check this out
Can you see what I be hearing
Talking to spirit's 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
Looking up in your face
I see a coward and a dimwit
Looking to run up in my private home
Just like you was the folks
Serving a warrant to a baby daddy
Who didn't come to court
On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day
Don't get caught slipping
Leaving the keys off in the ignition
Making me guilty by suspicion
Penny pinchers trying to stack for ninety-six
Buying 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 niggas at the corner sto' been
Looking at me for too long
Staring 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 dipping
It ain't over (why that? why that?) 'til the
Bitch open her mouth up and sang
Took me a long time to get here
Long time, man
I'm talking about, years, and years
Riding past funeral fields holding
Bodies of my peers
If you don't educate yourself
Now how the fuck you gonna understand
How you supposed to get paid?
Niggas walk around get with
Shade tree ass ways
Fuck a fade, let my hair drag
Back and forth like a see-saw
Jumping Lily, to lilypad dag
Looking to get my Goodie feel
I'm broke in like some old men
Who'd stop dem or would stop
I'm dropping lines for the big plot
Sixteen is when I started this 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)
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 the 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 innaaah!
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 ho '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
Getting caught like a lame
It won't be over 'til that
Big girl from Decatur sang"
(It won't be over 'til that
Big girl from Decatur sang!
East Point police don't know a damn thang)
Yeah, it won't be over, check this out
Can you see what I be hearing
Talking to spirit's 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
Looking up in your face
I see a coward and a dimwit
Looking to run up in my private home
Just like you was the folks
Serving a warrant to a baby daddy
Who didn't come to court
On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day
Don't get caught slipping
Leaving the keys off in the ignition
Making me guilty by suspicion
Penny pinchers trying to stack for ninety-six
Buying 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 niggas at the corner sto' been
Looking at me for too long
Staring 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 dipping
It ain't over (why that? why that?) 'til the
Bitch open her mouth up and sang
Took me a long time to get here
Long time, man
I'm talking about, years, and years
Riding past funeral fields holding
Bodies of my peers
If you don't educate yourself
Now how the fuck you gonna understand
How you supposed to get paid?
Niggas walk around get with
Shade tree ass ways
Fuck a fade, let my hair drag
Back and forth like a see-saw
Jumping Lily, to lilypad dag
Looking to get my Goodie feel
I'm broke in like some old men
Who'd stop dem or would stop
I'm dropping lines for the big plot
Sixteen is when I started this 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)