Song Lyrics

I call da 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 n****'s s*** in New Dimensions

Get to the crib so I can call Big Slate up
And tell em da 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 in... naaah!

Can't even tell you where I put my extra playa card
'Cause them Red Dog police know we homeboys
Just tell everybody who us a dime
It's the Great Hoe 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' potnah gettin caught like a lame
It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang"

(It won't be over till that big girl from Decatur sang!
East Pointe police don't know a damn thang...)

Yeah, it won't be over
Check this out
Can you see what I be hearin talkin to spirits when I sleep
Peep this out real quick Slick, we gets on this beat and speak

About that pimp s***, that walk with dat limp s***, that hemp s***
Lookin up in your face I see a coward and a dimwit
Lookin to run up in my private home just like you was the folks
Servin a warrant to a baby daddy, who do they come to quote?

On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day, don't get caught slippin
Leavin the keys off in the ignition, makin me guilty by suspicion
Penny pinchers tryin to stack for ninety-six
Buyin another Fleetwood, Diamond took it, so know we's in the mix

I need to take my a** to the crib and drop the baby off
'Cause them n****z at the corner sto' been lookin at me for too long
Starin 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 n**** steady dippin
It ain't over (why that, why that) till the b**** open her mouth up
And sang...

Took me a long time to get here
Long time man
I'm talkin about, years, and years
Riding past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers

If you don't educate yourself
Now how the f*** you gonna understand how you posed to get paid?
N****z walk around get with shade tree a** ways
F*** a fade, let my hair drag

Back and forth like a see-saw
Jumpin Lily, to lilypad dad
Lookin to get my Goodie feel
I'm broke in like some old men

Who'd stop dem or would stop
I'm droppin lines for the big plot
Sixteen is when I started to dream
It's ninety-six I'm in your face

Can you hear that b**** scream?

(It won't be over til that big girl from Decatur sang...)

Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Cameron F. Gipp, Frederick Bell, Patrick L. Brown, Raymond Ameer Murray, Rico Renard Wade

The duration of Decatur Psalm is 3:58 minutes and seconds.