The Damm Lyrics - Goodie Mob

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 betta not squeal 

Cause if you squeal, you will disappear 

Now that's for trill 

One: Cool Breeze 

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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 

2: Gipp 

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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 

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 

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