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: x2] 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
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
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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
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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
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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 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
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