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Spottieottiedopaliscious
Outkast - 14
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(Damn)
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
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Dickie shorts, Lincoln's clean
Leanin', checking out the scene
Gangsta boys, Bigga's lit
Riding round, talkin' -
-, where you wanna go?
You know, 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
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As the plot thickens, it gives me the dickens, reminiscent of Charles
A lil' discotheque nestled in the ghettos of -ville, USA
Via Atlanta, Georgia
A lil' spot where
Young men and young women go to experience
They first lil' taste of the night life
Me? Well, I've never been there
Well perhaps once, but I
Was so engulfed in the Old 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 bowl-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, let the liquor tell it
"Hey, hey, look baby, they playin' our song"
And the crowd goes wild
As if Holyfield just won the fight
But in actuality, it's only about 3:00 a.m
And three - just done got hauled off in a ambulance (sliced up)
Two - done started bustin' (wham, wham)
And one - done took his shirt off, talkin' 'bout
"Now who else wanna - with Hollywood Court?"
This just my interpretation
Of the situation
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Yeah, oh Lord
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Yes, when I first met my SpottieOttieDopaliscious 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 smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrup
Eyes beaming like four karats a piece, just blindin' a -
Felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential
My heart was beating so damn fast
Never knowing this moment would bring another life into this world
Funny how - 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 feeding 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 p-
So now, you back in the trap
Just that, trapped
Go on and marinate on that for a minute
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