Karaoké SpottieOttieDopaliscious OutKast & Pat Brown

Damn

Damn, damn, damn James

Damn, damn, damn James

Damn, damn, damn James

Damn, damn, damn James

Say

Dickie shorts, Lincoln's clean

Leanin', checkin' out the scene

Say

Gangsta boys, Bigga's lit

Ridin' out, talkin' shit

Nigga where you wanna go

You know that the club don't close 'till four

Let's party 'till we can't no more

Watch out here come the folk

Damn

Oh Lord

As the plot thickens

It gives me the dickens reminiscent of Charles

A lil' discotheque nestled in the ghettos of Niggaville USA

Via Atlanta Georgia

A lil' spot where young men and young women go to experience they first little taste of the night life

Me, well

I've never been there

Well perhaps once but I

Was so engulfed in the Ol' E

I never made it to the door

You speak of hardcore

While the DJ sweatin' out all the problems and troubles of the day

While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear

Competin' with Set It Off in the right

But it all blends perfectly if you let the liquor tell it

Hey hey

Look baby they playin' our song

And the crowd goes wild as if Holyfield has just won the fight

But in actuality it's only about three A.M. and three niggas just done got hauled off in the ambulance

Sliced up

Two niggas done started bustin'

And one nigga done took

Wham wham his shirt off talkin' 'bout

Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court

It's just my interpretation of the situation

Damn

Damn, damn, damn James

Damn, damn, damn James

Damn, damn, damn James

Damn, damn, damn James

Yes when I first met my SpottieOttieDopalicious angel

I can remember that damn thing like yesterday

The way she moved reminded me of a brown stallion horse with skates on you know

Smooth like a hot comb on nappy-ass hair

I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed

Her neck was smellin' sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrup

Eyes beamin' like four karats a piece

Just blindin' a nigga

Felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential

My heart was beatin' so damn fast

Never knowin' this moment would bring another life into this world

Funny how shit come together sometimes you dig

One moment you frequent the booty clubs and the next four years you and somebody's daughter raisin' y'all own young'n

Now that's a beautiful thang

That's if you're on top of your game and man enough to handle real-life situations that is

Can't gamble feedin' a baby on that dope money

Might not always be sufficient

But the United Parcel Service and the people at the post office didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss

So now you back in the trap

Just that

Trapped

Go on and marinate on that for a minute

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