| Song | The Damm |
| Artist | Goodie Mob |
| Artist | Cool Breeze |
| Album | Still Standing |
| 作词 : Barnett, Bell, Burton, Gipp ... | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus 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 | |
| Chorus 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 |
| zuò cí : Barnett, Bell, Burton, Gipp ... | |
| 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, hightops 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 | |
| Chorus 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, offbrand 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 1800 | |
| Earl cause she want to do what men do | |
| Chorus Verse 4: | |
| TMo, 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 | |
| Vclub, 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, uhhuh, 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 | |
| FOE' 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 |