Damn, damn, damn, J-J-James
"Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court?"
Lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear
A nigga felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential
Dickie shorts and Lincoln's clean
The way she moved, reminded me of a brown stallion horse
And the next four years you and somebody's daughter
Didn't call you back because, you had cloudy piss
And one nigga don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout
Ridin' out talkin' shit
But in actuality it's only about 3 A.M.
while the DJ sweatin' out all the problems
Let's party 'til we can't no more
Damn, damn, damn, James
Might not always be sufficient but the
And man enough to handle real life situations that is
As the plot thickens, it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of Charles a lil disco tech
Damn, damn, damn, James
My heart was beating so damn fast never knowing
Me? Well, I've never been there, well, perhaps once
Competing with "Set it Off," in the right
I can remember that damn thing like yesterday
and the troubles of the day
Nigga where you wanna go?
Two niggas don' start bustin'
Nestled in the ghettos of Niggaville, USA
While this fine bow legged girl fine as all outdoors
With skates on you know smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair
United Parcel Service and the people at the Post Office
This moment would bring another life into this world
I never made it to the door you speak of hard core
This is my interpretation of the situation
Damn, damn, damn, James
Go to experience they first li'l taste of the nightlife
I walked up on her and was almost paralyzed
You know the club don't close 'til four
But, it all blends perfectly, let the liquor tell it
Damn, damn, damn, J-J-James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Damn, damn, damn, James
Yes, when I first met my spottieottiedopaliscious angel
But, I was so engulfed in the Old "E"
Gangsta boys, Bigga's lit
Go on and marinate on that for a minute
Watch out here come the folks, damn alone
One moment you frequent the booty clubs
That's if you're on top of your game
Her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with
A li'l spot where young men & young women
"Hey, hey look baby they playin' our song"
Extra syrup, eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin'
Raisin' y'all own young'n that's a beautiful thang
Funny how shit come together sometimes ya dig
Damn, damn, damn, James
Leanin' checking out the scene
And three niggas just don' got hauled off in the ambulance
Via Atlanta, Georgia
Holy field has just won the fight
And the crowd goes wild as if
Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money
So now you back in the trap just that, trapped
Damn, damn, damn, J-J-James
