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Damn damn damn

shorts and Lincoln's clean
Leanin', out the scene
Gangsta boys, lit
Ridin' out, shit
where you wanna go?
You know the club close 'til four
Let's party 'til we no more
out here come the folks (Damn - oh lord)

As the plot thickens it gives me the
Reminiscent of Charles a lil'
in the ghettos of Niggaville, USA
Via Atlanta, Georgia a lil' where
Young men and young women go to
They first li'l taste of the night
Me? Well I've never been there; well once
But I, was so in the Olde E
I never made it to the door you speak of, core
While the DJ sweatin' out all the
And the of the day
While fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors
Lulls lukewarm in your left ear
with "Set it Off," in the right
But it all blends perfectly let the liquor it
"Hey hey look they playin' our song"
And the crowd wild as if
has just won the fight
But in actuality it's about 3 A.M
And three niggas don' got hauled
Off in the (sliced up)
Two niggas don' start (wham wham)
And one nigga don' his shirt off talkin' 'bout
"Now who else wanna fuck with Courts?"
It's just my interpretation of the

Damn damn James