(Damn, Damn, Damn)
Damn, damn, damn James
Damn, damn, damn James
Damn, damn, damn James

Dickie shorts and Lincoln’s clean
Leaning checking out the scene
Gangsta boys bligga’s lit
Riding out talking shit

Nigga where you wanna go
You know the club don’t close till four
Let’s party till we can’t no more
Watch out, here come the folks
(Damn) ooh Lord

As the plot thickens, it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of Charles, a li’l discoteque nestled in the ghettos
Of niggaville, USA via Atlanta, Georgia
A li’l spot where young men and young women go to experience
They first li’l taste of nightlife

Me? well, I’ve never been there, well perhaps once
but I was so engulfed in the “E”
I never made it to the door you speak of hard core
while the dj sweating out all the problems and 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 3:00 am
and three niggas just done got hauled off in the ambulance (sliced up)
Two niggas done start bustin' (wham, wham)
And one nigga done took his shirt off talkin' bout
“now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Cole?”
it’s just my interpretation of the situation

Damn, damn, damn James
Damn, damn, damn James
Damn, damn, damn James
Damn, damn, damn James

Yes, when I first met my spottieottiedopaliscious angel
I can remember that damn thang like yesterday
The way she moved remined me of a brown stallion horse with skates on, you know
Smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass 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 carats apiece just blinding 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 and the next four years
you and somebody’s daughter rising 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 and the people at the post office
Didn’t call you back because you got cloudy piss
So now you back in the trap just that, trapped
Go and marinate on that for a minute