Outkast - Decatur Psalm Lyrics
Verse one: cool breezeI call da crib they say breeze you aint know?I say what? big time got popped in his benzo!I said damn man, Im riding in his lexusIm bout to dump this niggas shit in new dimensionsGet to the crib so I can call big slate upAnd tell em da money man done slipped and got his throat cutAnd everything that we took from the warehouseI heard somebody talkin bout it at the white houseMan I thought you said that this job was for me and youI aint know that bill clampett wanted some tooYou tell his folks that Im sorry bout that lexusIm bout to dip and see my sister up in... naaah!Cant even tell you where I put my extra playa cardCause them red dog police know we homeboysJust tell everybody who us a dimeIts the great hoe round up yo money timeI got to have mine, then Im outta hereTake a loss, come back up just like coco grierAint got to worry bout yo potnah gettin caught like a lameIt wont be over til that big girl from decatur sang(it wont be over till that big girl from decatur sang!East pointe police dont know a damn thang...)Verse two: big boiYeah, it wont be overCheck this outCan you see what I be hearin talkin to spirits when I sleepPeep this out real quick slick, we gets on this beat and speakAbout that pimp shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shitLookin up in your face I see a coward and a dimwitLookin to run up in my private home just like you was the folksServin a warrant to a baby daddy, who do they come to quote?On a tuesday, april fools day, dont get caught slippinLeavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by suspicionPenny pinchers tryin to stack for ninety-sixBuyin another fleetwood, diamond took it, so know wes in the mixI need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby offCause them niggaz at the corner sto been lookin at me for too longStarin like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober onesDont be biased, but I know it has to comeSo I put two in the sky to let them know Im babysittinYall dont know nothin bout big boi cause that nigga steady dippinIt aint over (why that, why that) till the ***** open her mouth upAnd sang...Verse three: big gippTook me a long time to get hereLong time manIm talkin about, years, and yearsRiding past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peersIf you dont educate yourselfNow how the ***** you gonna understand how you posed to get paid?Niggaz walk around get with shade tree ass ways***** a fade, let my hair dragBack and forth like a see-sawJumpin lily, to lilypad dadLookin to get my goodie feelIm broke in like some old menWhod stop dem or would stopIm droppin lines for the big plotSixteen is when I started to dreamIts ninety-six Im in your faceCan you hear that ***** scream?(it wont be over til that big girl from decatur sang...)
