SpottieOttieDopaliscious lyrics

• Copyright: Big Boi, André 3000, Sleepy Brown

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  Damn, damn, damn, James
  Damn, damn, damn, James
  Damn, damn, damn, James
  Damn, damn, damn, James

  Dickie shorts, Lincoln's clean
  Leanin', checking out the scene
  Gangsta boys, Bigga's lit
  Ridin' out, talkin' 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 folk—"Damn"
  Oh, Lord

  As the plot thickens, it gives me the dickens, reminiscent of Charles
  A lil' discotheque nestled in the ghettos of Niggaville, USA
  Via Atlanta, Georgia
  A lil' spot where young men and young women go to experience they first little taste of the night life
  Me? Well, I've never been there
  Well, perhaps, once, but I was so engulfed in the Ol' 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 niggas just done got hauled off in the ambulance, sliced up
  Two niggas done started busting—"Wham! Wham!"
  And one nigga done took his shirt off, talking 'bout, "Now, who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court?"
  It's just my interpretation of the situation

  Damn, damn, damn, James
  Damn, damn, damn, James
  Damn, damn, damn, James
  Damn, damn, damn, James

  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, 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 syrup
  Eyes beaming like four karats apiece, just blindin' 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, you dig?
  One moment, you frequent the booty clubs, and the next four years, you and 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 a 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 had cloudy piss
  So now, you back in the trap
  Just that: trapped!
  Go'n' and marinate on that for a minute

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• Who is the author of the song SpottieOttieDopaliscious?
  The song SpottieOttieDopaliscious was written by Big Boi, André 3000, Sleepy Brown.

• Who sings the song SpottieOttieDopaliscious?
  The song SpottieOttieDopaliscious is performed by OutKast.