featuring Cool Breeze Big Gipp

Verse One: Cool Breeze

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 nigga's shit 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...)

Verse Two: Big Boi

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 shit, that walk with dat limp shit, that hemp shit

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'