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Damn damn James

Dickie shorts and clean
Leanin', out the scene
Gangsta boys, lit
out, talkin' shit
Nigga where you go?
You know the club don't 'til four
Let's party we can't 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' spot
Young men and women go to experience
They first li'l of the night life
Me? Well I've never there; well perhaps once
But I, was so engulfed in the E
I never it to the door you speak of, hard core
the DJ sweatin' out all the problems
And the of the day
While this fine bow-legged girl as all outdoors
Lulls lullabies in your left ear
Competing with "Set it Off," in the
But it all perfectly let the liquor tell it
"Hey hey look they playin' our song"
And the crowd goes as if
Holyfield has just won the
But in actuality only about 3 A.M
And three niggas don' got hauled
Off in the (sliced up)
Two niggas don' start (wham wham)
And one don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout
"Now who else wanna with Hollywood Courts?"
It's just my interpretation of the

Damn damn James