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SpottieOttieDopalicious Lyrics of OutKast

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[
Hook]Damn damn damn James[
Pat Brown]
Dickie shorts & Lincoln's cleanleanin' checking out the scene
Gangsta boys Bigga's lit ridin' out talkin' shit
Nigga where you wanna go?
You know the club don't close 'til fourlet's party 'til we can't no more
Watch out here come the folks[
Dre]As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of Charles a li'l disco-
technestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, U
SAvia Atlanta, Georgia a li'l spot whereyoung men & young women go to experiencethey first li'l taste of the nightlife
Me? Well I've never beenthere, well perhaps once
But I was so engulfed in the Old "E"I never made it to the door you speak of hard corewhile the DJ sweatin' out all the problemsand the troubles of the day
While this fine bow-
legged girl fine as all outdoorslulls lukewarm lullabies in your left earcompeting with "
Set it Off," in the right
But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it"
Hey hey look baby they playin' our song"
And the crowd goes wild as if
Holyfield has just won the fight
But in actuality it's only about 3 A.
M.and three niggas just don' got hauledoff in the ambulance [sliced up]two niggas don' start bustin' [wham wham]and one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout"
Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court?"
It's just my interpretation of the situation[
Hook][Big Boi]
When I first met my Spottie
OttieDopalicious AngelI can remember that damn thing like yesterday
The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallionhorse with skates on smooth like a hot combon nappy ass hairI walked up on her & was almost paralyzedher neck was smelling sweeterthan a plate of yams with extra syrupeyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin' a niggafelt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential
My heart was beating so damn fastnever knowing this moment would bring anotherlife into this world
Funny how shit come together sometimes [ya dig]
One moment you frequent the booty clubs &the next four years you & somebody's daughterraisin' y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thangthat's if you're on top of your gameand man enough to handle real life situations [that is]
Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope moneymight not always be sufficient but the
United Parcel Service & the people at the Post Officedidn't call you back because you had cloudy piss
So now you back in the trap just that, trapped
Go on and marinate on that for a minute


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Post Officedidn't call you back because you had cloudy piss So now you back in the trap just that, trapped Go on and marinate on that for a minute

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