The Damm Goodie Mob (Ft. Cool Breeze)

Yeah, it's Fulton County
In the Woods, where niggas 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 drill you betta not squeal
Cause if you squeal, you will disappear
Now that's for trill

[Verse 1: 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]
Let's hit the damm, where all the beavers go chill
If you drill you betta not squeal
Cause if you squeal, you will disappear
Now that's for trill