text: Damn, damn, damn, James
  Damn, damn, damn, James
  Damn, damn, damn, James
  Damn, damn, damn, James
  Dickie shorts, Lincolns clean
  Leanin, checking out the scene
  Gangsta boys, Biggas lit
  Ridin out, talkin shit
  Nigga, where you wanna go?
  You know the club dont close til four
  Lets party til we cant 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, Ive 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, its 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?
  Its 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 somebodys daughter raisin yall own youngn
  Now, thats a beautiful thang
  Thats if youre on top of your game and man enough to handle real-life situations, that is
  Cant 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 didnt call you back because you had cloudy piss
  So now, you back in the trap
  Just that: trapped!
  Gon and marinate on that for a minute
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