SpottieOttieDopaliscious

[Hook: André 3000, Andrea Nivet & Delvida Flaherty]
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James

[Verse 1: Sleepy Brown]
di*kie shorts, Lincoln's clean
Leanin', checking out the scene
Gangsta boys, Bigga's lit
Ridin' out, talkin' sh*t
n*gga, 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

[Verse 2: André 3000]
As the plot thickens
It gives me the di*kens, reminiscent of Charles
A lil' discotheque nestled in the ghettos of n*ggaville, USA
Via Atlanta, Georgia
Alil' spot where young men and young women go to experience they first li'l taste of the night life
Me? Well, I've never been there
Well, perhaps, once, but I was so engulfed in the Olde 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 A.M
And three n*ggas just don' got hauled
Off in the ambulance, sliced up
Two n*ggas don' start bustin', "wham! wham!"
And one n*gga done took his shirt off, talkin' 'bout
"Now who else wanna f*ck with Hollywood Court?"
It's just my interpretation of the situation

[Hook: André 3000]
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James

[Verse 3: Big Boi]
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, ya 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 n*gga
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 sh*t come together sometimes (ya dig)
One moment you frequent the booty clubs and
The next four years you & 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 baby on that dope money
Might not always be sufficient but the
United Parcel Service & the people at the Post Office
Didn't call you back because you had cloudy p*ss
So now you back in the trap just that, trapped
Go on and marinate on that for a minute

[Outro: André 3000, Andrea Nivet + Delvida]
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