SpottieOttieDopaliscious

Lyrics

Damn, Damn, Damn
 Damn, damn, damn James
 ♪
 Dickie shorts and lincoln's clean, leaning checking out the scene
 Gangsta boys bligga'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' spot where
 Young men and young women go to experience they first lil'
 Taste of nightlife, me? Well, I've never been there, well perhaps once
 But I was so engulfed in the "E"
 I never made it to the door you speak of hard core
 While the dj sweating 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, 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 am
 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 with hollywood cold?"
 It's just my interpretation of the situation
 ♪
 Damn, damn, damn James
 ♪
 When I first met my spottieottiedopaliscious angel
 I can remember that damn thang like yesterday
 The way she moved remined me of a brown stallion horse with skates on
 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 syrap
 Eyes beaming like four carats apiece just blinding 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 and somebody's daughter rising 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
 And the people at the post office, didn't call you back because you got
 Cloudy piss, so now you back in the trap just that, trapped
 Go and marinate on that for a minute
 
 Damn, Damn, Damn
 Damn, damn, damn James
 ♪
 Dickie shorts and lincoln's clean, leaning checking out the scene
 Gangsta boys bligga'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' spot where
 Young men and young women go to experience they first lil'
 Taste of nightlife, me? Well, I've never been there, well perhaps once
 But I was so engulfed in the "E"
 I never made it to the door you speak of hard core
 While the dj sweating 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, 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 am
 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 with hollywood cold?"
 It's just my interpretation of the situation
 ♪
 Damn, damn, damn James
 ♪
 When I first met my spottieottiedopaliscious angel
 I can remember that damn thang like yesterday
 The way she moved remined me of a brown stallion horse with skates on
 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 syrap
 Eyes beaming like four carats apiece just blinding 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 and somebody's daughter rising 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
 And the people at the post office, didn't call you back because you got
 Cloudy piss, so now you back in the trap just that, trapped
 Go and marinate on that for a minute
 

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Song Details

Duration
07:06
Key
1
Tempo
125 BPM

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