The Damm

作词 : Barnett, Bell, Burton, Gipp ...

Yeah, it's

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

Chorus: Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill

If you trill you betta not squeal

Cause if you squeal, you will disappear

Now that's 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, it's like the leash still on (FREEZE!)

I hit the stage, grab the mic, they gets crunk when

I speak Get my money, then

I'm out, back at the

Embassy Suites

I got some cut with a switch you can't do nothin but admit

I'm East Pointe's 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 ain't missin nuttin like

Brandy, peep

That's how us

Headland hustlers ball

Next stop gonna be

Greenbriar

Mall Chorus

Verse 2: Gipp

Stay in the streets like a

Herby Curby

Some that didn't make it through the rain wasn't worthy 96 stamp dirty, flip wide wheels, watch for oil spills

What it is, what it ain't, 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

Chorus Verse 3:

Khujo You know we don't 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

Ain't 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 don't take orders, ain't no serial killers in

Georgia The culprit is blue words in pink skin, so listen our daughters

Daddy's little girl, dialling 1-800-

Earl cause she want to do what men do

Chorus 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 **** 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 can't keep a girl that

I like around me

And so there's 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,

I'ma overwhelm, **** 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, y'all just don't play the same

Don't give a **** and brush up off me, tick, tick, shawty

Lo be At a piece of being broken for emotion at

F-O-E's So she know it's 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