Damn, damn, damn, James

Damn, damn, damn, James

Damn, damn, damn, James

Damn, damn, damn, James

Dickie shorts, Lincoln's clean

Leanin', checkin' out the scene

Gangsta boys, Bigga's lit

Ridin' out, talkin' shit

****, where you wanna go?

You know, the club don't close till four

Let's party till 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 lil' taste of the night life

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 hardcore

While the DJ's sweatin' out all the problems and troubles of the day

While this fine, bowlegged girl, fine as all outdoors

Lulls lukewarm lullabies in yo' left ear

Competin' 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 just won the fight

But in actuality, it's only 'bout 3:00 AM

And three **** just done got hauled off in an ambulance (Sliced up)

Two **** done start bustin' (Wham, wham)

One **** done took his shirt off, talkin' 'bout

"Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court?"

This just my interpretation

Of the situation

Yeah

Damn, damn, damn, James

Damn, damn, damn, James

Damn, damn, damn, James

Damn, damn, damn, James

Yes, when I first met my SpottieOttieDopaliscious angel

I can remember that damn thang like yesterday

The way she moved reminded me of a brown stallion horse with skates on, ya know?

Smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair

I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed

Her neck was smellin' sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrup

Eyes beamin' like four karats apiece, just blindin' a ****

Felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential, my heart was beatin' so damn fast

Never knowin' 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 daughter raisin' y'all own youngin'

Now, that's a beautiful thang

That's if you on top of yo' game and man enough to handle real life situations, that is

Can't gamble feedin' 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 on and marinate on that for a minute

Damn

James

Damn

James

Damn

James

Damn

James

Damn

James

Damn

James

Damn

James

Damn

James