Martin Terry - SpottieOttieDopaliscious lyrics

[Hook: André 300, Andrea Nivet + Delvida Flaherty] Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James [Verse 1: Sleepy Brown] Dickie shorts, Lincoln's clean Leanin', checking out the scene Gangsta boys, Bigga's lit Ridin' out, talkin' sh** n***a, 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 [Verse 2: André 3000] As the plot thickens, it gives me the dickens Reminiscent of Charles, a lil' discotheque Nestled in the ghettos of n***aville, 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 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 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 n***as just don' got hauled Off in the ambulance (sliced up) Two n***as don' start bustin' (wham wham) And one n***a don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout "Now who else wanna f** with Hollywood Courts?" It's just my interpretation of the situation [Hook: André 3000] Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James [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 a** 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 n***a 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 sh** 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 [Outro: André 3000, Andrea Nivet + Delvida] Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja