OutKast, Sleepy Brown - SpottieOttieDopaliscious lyrics

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 Ol' 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 am
And three niggas just done got hauled
Off in the ambulance, sliced up
Two niggas done started busting "Wham! Wham!"
And one nigga done took his
Shirt off, talking '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
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'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 piss
So now, you back in the trap
Just that: trapped!
Go'n' and marinate on that for a minute

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