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Damn damn damn

Dickie and Lincoln's clean
Leanin', checking out the
boys, blizzes lit
Ridin' out, shit
Nigga where you go?
You know the club don't 'til four
Let's party 'til we no more
out here come the folks (Damn - oh lord)

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

Damn damn James