Spottieottiedopaliscious

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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