[Hook]
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Damn damn damn James
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[Pat Brown]
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Dickie shorts & Lincoln's clean
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leanin' checking out the scene
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Gangsta boys Bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit
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Nigga where you wanna go?
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You know the club don't close 'til four
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let's party 'til we can't no more
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Watch out here come the folks
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[Dre]
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As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens
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Reminiscent of Charles a li'l disco-tech
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nestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, USA
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via Atlanta, Georgia a li'l spot where
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young men & young women go to experience
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they first li'l taste of the nightlife
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Me? Well I've never been there, well perhaps once
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But I was so engulfed in the Old "E"
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I never made it to the door you speak of hard core
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while the DJ sweatin' out all the problems
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and the troubles of the day
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While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors
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lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear
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competing with "Set it Off," in the right
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But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it
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"Hey hey look baby they playin' our song"
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And the crowd goes wild as if
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Holyfield has just won the fight
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But in actuality it's only about 3 A.M.
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and three niggas just don' got hauled
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off in the ambulance [sliced up]
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two niggas don' start bustin' [wham wham]
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and one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout
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"Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court?"
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It's just my interpretation of the situation
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[Hook]
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[Big Boi]
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When I first met my Spottieottiedopaliscious Angel
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I can remember that damn thing like yesterday
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The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion
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horse with skates on smooth like a hot comb
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on nappy ass hair
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I walked up on her & was almost paralyzed
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her neck was smelling sweeter
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than a plate of yams with extra syrup
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eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin' a nigga
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felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential
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My heart was beating so damn fast
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never knowing this moment would bring another
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life into this world
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Funny how shit come together sometimes [ya dig]
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One moment you frequent the booty clubs &
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the next four years you & somebody's daughter
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raisin' y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang
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that's if you're on top of your game
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and man enough to handle real life situations [that is]
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Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money
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might not always be sufficient but the
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United Parcel Service & the people at the Post Office
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didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss
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So now you back in the trap just that, trapped
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Go on and marinate on that for a minute
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Spottieottiedopaliscious
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| OutKast |
