K-POP Lyrics Song

OutKastSpottieottiedopaliscious

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
Yes, 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
you 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 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


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
Yes, 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
you 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 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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