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spottieottiedopaliscious

Aquemini

Hip-Hop outkast hip hop Dirty South funk

Produced by OutKast for Earthtone Redemptive tales from the 'hood, spit over Earth, Wind & Fire horns and Curtis Mayfield guitar chords. Part blaxploitation theme song, part Black Poets' anthem - all the way pimped out. Neal H. Pogue: I remember one day coming to the studio and Andre brought me the reels and said, 'Yo I got this song for you to mix.' I didn't know what it was, and when he put it up my first thought was like, wow. It was so different. Read more on Last.fm.

OutKast is an American hip-hop duo from Atlanta, Georgia, United States. The duo is one of the most successful hip-hop groups of all time, having received six Grammy Awards. Over 25 million copies have been sold of Outkast's seven releases: six studio albums—including one double album—and a greatest hits release. The group's original musical style was a mixture of Dirty South and G-Funk. Since then funk, soul, pop, electronic music, rock, spoken word poetry, jazz, and blues have been added to the group's musical palette. Read more about Outkast on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License and may also be available under the GNU FDL.





spottieottiedopaliscious
outkast
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James

Dickie shorts and 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, damn alone

As the plot thickens, it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of Charles a lil disco tech
Nestled in the ghettos 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
Holy field 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

Two niggas don' start bustin'
And one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout
Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court?
This is my interpretation of the situation

Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James

Yes, when I first met my spottieottiedopaliscious angel
I can remember that damn thing like yesterday
The way she moved, reminded me of a brown stallion horse
With skates on you know smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair

I walked up on her and 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
And the next four years you and somebody's daughter
Raisin' y'all own young'n 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 and 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

Damn, damn, damn, J-J-James
Damn, damn, damn, J-J-James
Damn, damn, damn, J-J-James
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