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Damn damn damn James
Dickie shorts & Lincolns clean
leanin checking out the scene
Gangsta boys Biggas lit ridin out talkin shit
Nigga where you wanna go?
You know the club dont close til four
lets party til we cant 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 ghettoes of Niggaville, USA
via Atlanta, Georgia a lil spot where
young men & young women go to experience
they first lil taste of the nightlife
Me? Well Ive never been there, well perhaps once
But I was so engulfed in the Old "E"
I never made it to the door you speak of hard core
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 hey look baby they playin our song"
And the crowd goes wild as if
Holyfield has just won the fight
But in actuality its only about 3 A.M.
and three niggas just don got hauled
off in the ambulance
two niggas don start bustin
and one nigga don took his shirt off talkin bout
"Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court?"
Its just my interpretation of the situation
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 smooth like a hot comb
on nappy ass hair
I walked up on her & 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
One moment you frequent the booty clubs &
the next four years you & somebodys daughter
raisin yall own youngn now thats a beautiful thang
thats if youre on top of your game
and man enough to handle real life situations
Cant gamble feeding baby on that dope money
might not always be sufficient but the
United Parcel Service & the people at the Post Office
didnt 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
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