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Hook
d*mn d*mn d*mn James
Pat Brown
d*ckie shorts & Lincoln's clean
leanin' checking out the scene
Gangsta boys Bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' s**t
nigg* 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
Dre
As the plot thickens it gives me the d*ckens
Reminiscent of Charles a li'l disco-tech
nestled in the ghettoes of nigg*ville, USA
via Atlanta, Georgia a li'l spot where
young men & young women go to experience
they first li'l taste of the nightlife
Me? Well I've 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 it's only about 3 A.M.
and three just don' got hauled
off in the ambulance sliced up
two don' start bustin' wham wham
and one nigg* don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout
"Now who else wanna fk with Hollywood Court?"
It's just my interpretation of the situation
Hook
Big Boi
When I first met my SpottieOttieDopalicious Angel
I can remember that d*mn thing like yesterday
The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion
horse with skates on smooth like a hot comb
on nappy as* 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 nigg*
felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential
My heart was beating so d*mn fast
never knowing this moment would bring another
life into this world
Funny how s**t come together sometimes ya dig
One moment you frequent the booty clubs &
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 pi*s
So now you back in the trap just that, trapped
Go on and marinate on that for a minute