Spottieottiedopalicious Lyrics by Outkast

Spottieottiedopalicious Lyrics

    [hook]
    Damn damn damn james

    [pat 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

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