Goodie Mob

Goodie Mob - The Damm

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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:

 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

 Chorus

 Verse One: Cool Breeze

 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

 Chorus

 Verse 2: Gipp

 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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 Verse 3: Khujo

 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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 Verse 4: T-Mo, Cee-Lo

 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

 Yeah, uh-huh, many gon' come, many gon' go
 some thinkin, I'ma overwhelm, fuck the foes
 Some wanna little time, wanna conversate
 Some too impatient to wait so we can fully relate
 Some Bouvier, and you bout fall clean through thin ice tryin to skate
 Your girl and I all playin the game, y'all just don't play the same
 Don't give a fuck and brush up off me, tick, tick, shawty Lo be
 At a piece of being broken for emotion at F-O-E's
 So she know it's gon' be a strike three
 But you gotta strike two, huh
 But at the damn I could find another just like you
 At The Damm I could find another just like you
 Huh, goodnight Boo
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: LaFace Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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