SpottieOttieDopaliscious

歌詞

Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Dickie shorts, Lincoln's clean Leanin', checking out the scene Gangsta boys, Bigga's 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 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 Olde 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 Competing 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 3 A.M And three niggas just don' got hauled Off in the ambulance, sliced up Two niggas don' start bustin', "wham! wham!" And one nigga done took his shirt off, talkin' 'bout "Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court?" 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 SpottieOttieDopalicious Angel I can remember that damn thing like yesterday The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion Horse with skates on, ya 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 (ya dig) One moment you frequent the booty clubs and The next four years you & 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 baby on that dope money Might not always be sufficient but the United Parcel Service & 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 Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja