Goodie Mob - The Damm Lyrics
Yeah, its fulton countyIn the woods, where niggaz got bounties hangin over they headsWe done went back down the streetAnd stayed from the concrete treadsChorus:Lets hit the damm, where all the beavers go chillIf you trill you betta not squealCause if you squeal, you will disappearNow thats for trillChorusVerse one: cool breezeAy, ay, I used to kick the back do down with the chromeNow 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 speakGet my money, then Im out, back at the embassy suitesI got some cut with a switch you cant do nothin but admitIm east pointes greatest hit, she all on my stickOn the strength she be steamin, she come through for any reasonShe work at the parisian, and this is polo seasonBam, with them calhouns, high-tops for my feetOutfit aint missin nuttin like brandy, peepThats how us headland hustlers ballNext stop gonna be greenbriar mallChorusVerse 2: gippStay in the streets like a herby curbySome that didnt make it through the rain wasnt worthy96 stamp dirty, flip wide wheels, watch for oil spillsWhat it is, what it aint, in the paint, some slow by the dankI think, make you go blank, lookin for workLeft you where you started shinin shins, under them skirtsAt the airport, gipp cruise the hoodLike a snake up in the woods lookin for a cut partyChorusVerse 3: khujoYou know we dont use the goodie name to pack they functionAt the last minute, request for, guest appearances, deniedTime is money, on the wood, many bed no goodAint nothin here for you freak, off-brand frapp, really need to learnHow to pick up an alexander graham bell, for she get grippedGet some nights on beaver, made her way through the dammDown stream, two crabs, a set of twins, three finsOne main pain was for soldiers to feelWarriors dont take orders, aint no serial killers in georgiaThe culprit is blue words in pink skin, so listen our daughtersDaddys little girl, dialling 1-800-earlCause she want to do what men doChorusVerse 4: t-mo, cee-loHow I wish, you was the last fish, I would have to catchIt was a mess, how the last one, jumped back in the seaOf goddesses, from the swat it isA poor playa with skills to build nations of peopleNot giving a ***** bout no color, we all brothers that ballWhile others get manipulated and fallNose wide open to that beast, like it was yo firstTo cash in your v-club, is it really loveThat you feel for her, you a betta man than meTo think I cant keep a girl that I like around meAnd so theres many that await, stay after plateMy stomach full after I take a pullYeah, uh-huh, many gon come, many gon goSome thinkin, ima overwhelm, ***** the foesSome wanna little time, wanna conversateSome too impatient to wait so we can fully relateSome bouvier, and you bout fall clean through thin ice tryin to skateYour girl and I all playin the game, yall just dont play the sameDont give a ***** and brush up off me, tick, tick, shawty lo beAt a piece of being broken for emotion at f-o-esSo she know its gon be a strike threeBut you gotta strike two, huhBut at the damn I could find another just like youAt the damm I could find another just like youHuh, goodnight boo
