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Damn damn James

Dickie shorts and clean
Leanin', out the scene
Gangsta boys, lit
out, talkin' shit
Nigga you wanna go?
You the club don't close 'til four
Let's 'til we can't no more
Watch out here come the (Damn - oh lord)

As the plot it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of a lil' discotheque
in the ghettos of Niggaville, USA
Via Atlanta, a lil' spot where
men and young women go to experience
They li'l taste of the night life
Me? Well I've never been there; well perhaps
But I, was so engulfed in the E
I never made it to the door you speak of, hard
the DJ sweatin' out all the problems
And the of the day
this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors
Lulls lullabies in your left ear
Competing "Set it Off," in the right
But it all blends perfectly let the liquor it
"Hey hey look baby playin' our song"
And the goes wild as if
Holyfield has won the fight
But in actuality it's about 3 A.M
And three niggas just don' got
Off in the (sliced up)
Two niggas don' start (wham wham)
And one nigga took his shirt off talkin' 'bout
"Now who else fuck with Hollywood Courts?"
It's my interpretation of the situation

Damn damn damn