Outkast – SpottieOttieDopaliscious Lyrics

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[Hook]
Damn damn damn James

[Verse 1: Sleepy Brown]
Dickie shorts and Lincoln's clean
Leanin', checking out the scene
Gangsta boys, blizzes 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 folks (Damn - oh lord)

[Verse 2: André 3000]
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 li'l taste of the night life

Me? Well I've never been there; well perhaps once
But I, was so engulfed in the Olde E
I never made it to the door you speak of, hard core

While the DJ sweatin' out all the problems
And the 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 A.M
And three niggas just don' got hauled
Off in the ambulance (sliced up)

Two niggas don' start bustin' (wham wham)
And one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout
"Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Courts?"

It's just my interpretation of the situation

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Big Boi]
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, ya 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 (ya dig)
One moment you frequent the booty clubs and
The next four years you & 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 baby on that dope money
Might not always be sufficient
but the
United Parcel Service & 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

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