SpottieOttieDopaliscious

dickie shorts and lincolns clean, leaning checking out the scene
gangsta boys bliggas lit, riding out talking 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 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, Ive 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 daythe
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 all it 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 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?＂
its just my interpretation of the situation

Hook: damn, damn, Jamesdamn

when I first met my spottieottiedopaliscious angel
I can remember that damn thang like yesterday
theway 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 somebodys daughter rising yall own youngn
now thats a beautiful thang, thats if youre on top of your game
and man enough to handle real life situations （that is）
cant gamble feeding baby on that dope money
might not always be sufficient, but the united parcel service
and the people at the post office, didnt 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