I 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 lexus Im bout to dump this niggas 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 aint know that bill clampett wanted some too You tell his folks that Im sorry bout that lexus Im bout to dip and see my sister up in... naaah! Cant 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 Its the great hoe round up yo money time I got to have mine, then Im outta here Take a loss, come back up just like coco grier Aint got to worry bout yo potnah gettin caught like a lame It 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 boi Yeah, it wont 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 fools day, dont 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 wes in the mix I need to take my ass to the crib and drop the baby off Cause them niggaz at the corner sto been lookin at me for too long Starin like accidents on highways, high days are better than sober ones Dont be biased, but I know it has to come So I put two in the sky to let them know Im babysittin Yall dont know nothin bout big boi cause that nigga steady dippin It aint over (why that, why that) till the bitch open her mouth up And sang... Verse three: big gipp Took me a long time to get here Long time man Im talkin about, years, and years Riding past funeral fields holdin bodies of my peers If you dont educate yourself Now how the fuck you gonna understand how you posed to get paid? Niggaz walk around get with shade tree ass ways Fuck a fade, let my hair drag Back and forth like a see-saw Jumpin lily, to lilypad dad Lookin to get my goodie feel Im broke in like some old men Whod stop dem or would stop Im droppin lines for the big plot Sixteen is when I started to dream Its ninety-six Im in your face Can you hear that bitch scream? (it wont be over til that big girl from decatur sang...)