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[Patrick Brown]


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 folks





[Dre]


As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens


Reminiscent of Charles a li`l disco-tech


nestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, USA


via Atlanta, Georgia a li`l spot where


young men & young women go to experience


they first li`l taste of the nightlife


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 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 Court?"


It`s just my interpretation of the situation





[Hook]





[Big Boi]


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 smooth like a hot comb


on nappy ass hair


I walked up on her & 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 &


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

[Patrick Brown]


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 folks





[Dre]


As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens


Reminiscent of Charles a li`l disco-tech


nestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, USA


via Atlanta, Georgia a li`l spot where


young men & young women go to experience


they first li`l taste of the nightlife


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 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 Court?"


It`s just my interpretation of the situation





[Hook]





[Big Boi]


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 smooth like a hot comb


on nappy ass hair


I walked up on her & 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 &


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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