[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 ya know. 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