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Damn damn James

Dickie shorts and clean
Leanin', out the scene
Gangsta boys, lit
Ridin' out, talkin'
Nigga where you go?
You know the club don't close 'til
party 'til we can't no more
Watch out come the folks (Damn - oh lord)

As the plot it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of a lil' discotheque
Nestled in the of Niggaville, USA
Via Atlanta, a lil' spot where
Young men and young women go to
They first li'l of the night life
Me? Well I've never been there; perhaps once
But I, was so in the Olde E
I never made it to the door you speak of, core
While the DJ out all the problems
And the of the day
While this fine bow-legged fine as all outdoors
lukewarm lullabies in your left ear
Competing with "Set it Off," in the
But it all perfectly let the liquor tell it
"Hey hey look baby they our song"
And the crowd goes as if
Holyfield has 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 start bustin' (wham wham)
And one nigga don' took his shirt off 'bout
"Now who else wanna fuck Hollywood Courts?"
just my interpretation of the situation

Damn damn James