OutKast- SpottieOttieDopalicious
source: Jeanette (GucciJMT@aol.com)

Damn, Damn, Damn James

Dickie Shorts and Licoln's clean
Leaning checking out the Scene
Gangsta boys Bigga's lit
Riding out talking 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' disco-tech nestled in the ghettos of niggaville, USA
Via Atlanta, Georgia, a lil' taste of nightlife
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 hard core
While the DJ sweating out all the problems and troubles of the day
While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdorrs
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, hey, look baby, their playin out song"
And the crowd goes wild as if Holyfield has just won the fight
But in actuality it's only about 3AM
And three niggas just done got hauled off in the ambulance (sliced up)
Two niggas done start bustin' (wham, wham)
And one nigga done took his shirt off talkin' bout
"Now who else wanna fuck wit Hollywood Court?"
It's just my interpretation of the situation


When I first met my SpottieOttieDopaliscious Angel
I can remember that damn thang like yesterday
The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion horse with skates on
Smooth like hot comb on nappy ass hair
I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed
Her neck was smellin sweeter then a plate of yams with extra syrup
Eyes beaming like four carats apiece just blindin a nigga
Felt like a 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 abd
the next four years you and somebody's daughter
raising 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 suffeceint
But the United Parcel Service and the people at the Post Office
Didn't call you back becuase you had cloudy piss
So now you back in the trap just that, trapped
Gon and marinate on that for a minute

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