[Hook]
Damn damn damn James


[Verse 1 - Sleepy Brown]
Dickie shorts & Lincoln's clean
Leanin' checking out the scene

Gangsta bullets, blizzes lit; ridin' out talkin' %#@!
^!$$% 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 - oh lord)


[Verse 2 - Andre 3000]
As the plot thickens it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of Charles a li'l disco-tech

Nestled in the ghettoes of ^!$$%ville, USA
Via Atlanta, Georgia a lil' spot where
Young men & young women go to experience

They first li'l taste of the night life
Me? Well I've never been there; well perhaps once
But I, was so engulfed in the Olde 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 ^!$$%s just don' got hauled

Off in the ambulance (sliced up)
Two ^!$$%s don' start bustin' (wham wham)
And one ^!$$% don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout

"Now who else wanna $#&@ with Hollywood Courts?"
It's just my interpretation of the situation


[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Big Boi]

Yes; 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 $$# 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 ^!$$%

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 %#@! 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