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Damn damn James

Dickie and Lincoln's clean
Leanin', out the scene
boys, blizzes lit
Ridin' out, talkin'
Nigga you wanna go?
You the club don't close 'til four
Let's 'til we can't no more
out here come the folks (Damn - oh lord)

As the plot it gives me the dickens
of Charles a lil' discotheque
Nestled in the of Niggaville, USA
Via Atlanta, Georgia a lil' spot
Young men and young women go to
They first li'l taste of the life
Me? Well never been there; well perhaps once
But I, was so engulfed in the E
I made it to the door you speak of, hard core
While the DJ out all the problems
And the of the day
While this bow-legged girl fine as all outdoors
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 they our song"
And the crowd goes as if
Holyfield has just won the
But in actuality it's about 3 A.M
And three niggas don' got hauled
Off in the (sliced up)
Two niggas don' bustin' (wham wham)
And one nigga don' his shirt off talkin' 'bout
"Now who else wanna fuck with Courts?"
It's just my interpretation of the

Damn damn James