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SpottieOttieDopaliscious (Animated Music Video)
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Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Dickie shorts and Lincoln's clean
Leanin', checking out the scene
Gangsta boys, blizzes lit
Ridin' out, talkin' shit
Nigga, where you wanna go?
You know the club don't close 'til four
Let's party 'til we can't no more
Watch out, here come the folks
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 li'l taste of the night life
Me? Well, I've never been there; well, perhaps once
But I was so engulfed in the Olde E
I never made it to the door you speak of, hardcore
While the DJ sweatin' out all the problems
And the troubles of the day
While this fine bow-legged girl, fine as all outdoors
Lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear
Competing with "Set it Off" in the right
But it all blends perfectly, let the liquor tell it
"Hey, heyโlook, 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 3 A.M.
And three niggas just done got hauled off in the ambulance, sliced up
Two niggas done started bustin' (Wham! Wham!)
And one nigga done took his shirt off, talkin' 'bout
"Now, who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Courts?"
It's just my interpretation of the situation
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 apiece, just blindin' a nigga
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 shit come together sometimes, you dig?
One moment you frequent the booty clubs
And the next four years you and somebody daughter
Raising your own young now that's a beautiful thing
That's if you on top of your game and man enough
To handle real life situations, that is
Can't gamble feeding 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 trapโjust that, trapped!
Go on and marinate on that for a minute
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James