Texty: Goodie Mob. The Damm.

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

Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill
If you trill you better not squeal
'Cause if you squeal, you will disappear
Now that's for trill

Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill
If you trill you better 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 ought a hear 'em, it's like the leash still on
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 Calhoun's, 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

Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill
If you trill you better not squeal
If you squeal, you will disappear
Now that's for trill, let's hit the damm

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

Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill
If you trill you better not squeal
If you squeal, you will disappear
Now that's for trill, let's hit the damm

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
'Ccause she want to do what men do

Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill
If you trill you better not squeal
'Cause if you squeal, you will disappear
Now that's for trill, let's hit the damm

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 better 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, many gon' come, many gon' go
Some thinkin', I'm a overwhelm, fuck the foes
Some wanna little time, wanna conversation
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, goodnight Boo