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Damn damn damn

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

As the plot thickens it me the dickens
Reminiscent of Charles a discotheque
in the ghettos of Niggaville, USA
Via Atlanta, Georgia a lil' where
Young men and young women go to
first li'l taste 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
the DJ sweatin' out all the problems
And the of the day
While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all
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 goes wild as if
has just won the fight
But in actuality it's only 3 A.M
And three niggas just don' got
Off in the (sliced up)
Two niggas don' bustin' (wham wham)
And one don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout
"Now who else wanna fuck Hollywood Courts?"
It's just my of the situation

Damn damn James