SpottieOttieDopalicious Lyrics

featuring Patrick Brown 

[Hook] 
Damn damn damn James 

[Patrick Brown] 
Dickie shorts & Lincoln's clean 
leanin' 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 four 
let'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-tech 
nestled in the ghettoes of Niggaville, USA 
via Atlanta, Georgia a li'l spot where 
young men & young women go to experience 
they first li'l taste of the nightlife 
Me? Well I've never been there, well perhaps once 
But I was so engulfed in the Old "E" 
I never made it to the door you speak of hard core 
while the DJ sweatin' out all the problems 
and the troubles of the day 
While this fine bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors 
lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear 
competing 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 hauled 
off 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 SpottieOttieDopalicious Angel 
I can remember that damn thing like yesterday 
The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion 
horse with skates on smooth like a hot comb 
on nappy ass hair 
I walked up on her & was almost paralyzed 
her neck was smelling sweeter 
than a plate of yams with extra syrup 
eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin' a nigga 
felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential 
My heart was beating so damn fast 
never knowing this moment would bring another 
life 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 daughter 
raisin' y'all own young'n now that's a beautiful thang 
that's if you're on top of your game 
and man enough to handle real life situations [that is] 
Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money 
might not always be sufficient but the 
United Parcel Service & the people at the Post Office 
didn'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