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[Featuring patrick brown] |
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[Hook] |
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Damn damn damn james |
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[Pat brown] |
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Dickie shorts & lincoln's clean |
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Leanin' checking out the scene |
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Gangsta boys bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit |
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Nigga where you wanna go? |
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You know the club don't close 'til four |
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Let's party 'til we can't no more |
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Watch out here come the folks |
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[Dre] |
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As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens |
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Reminiscent of charles a li'l disco tech |
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Nestled in the ghettoes of niggaville, usa |
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Via atlanta, georgia a li'l spot where |
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Young men & young women go to experience |
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They first li'l taste of the nightlife |
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Me? well i've never been there, well perhaps once |
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But i was so engulfed in the old "e" |
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I never made it to the door you speak of hard core |
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While the dj sweatin' out all the problems |
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And the troubles of the day |
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While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors |
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Lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear |
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Competing with "set it off," in the right |
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But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it |
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"Hey hey look baby they playin' our song" |
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And the crowd goes wild as if |
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Holyfield has just won the fight |
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But in actuality it's only about 3 a.m. |
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And three niggas just don' got hauled |
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Off in the ambulance [sliced up] |
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Two niggas don' start bustin' [wham wham] |
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And one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout |
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"Now who else wanna fuck with hollywood court?" |
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It's just my interpretation of the situation |
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[Hook] |
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[Big boi] |
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When i first met my spottieottiedopalicious angel |
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I can remember that damn thing like yesterday |
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The way she moved reminded me of a brown stallion |
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Horse with skates on ya know. smooth like a hot comb |
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On nappy ass hair |
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I walked up on her & was almost paralyzed |
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Her neck was smelling sweeter |
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Than a plate of yams with extra syrup |
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Eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin' a nigga |
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Felt like i chiefed a whole o of that presidential |
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My heart was beating so damn fast |
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Never knowing this moment would bring another |
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Life into this world |
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Funny how shit come together sometimes [ya dig] |
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One moment you frequent the booty clubs & |
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The next four years you & somebody's daughter |
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Raisin' y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang |
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That's if you're on top of your game |
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And man enough to handle real life situations [that is] |
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Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money |
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Might not always be sufficient but the |
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United parcel service & the people at the post office |
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Didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss |
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So now you back in the trap just that, trapped |
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Go on and marinate on that for a minute |
