🎵 SpottieOttieDopaliscious // by OutKast

130 ContributorsSpottieOttieDopaliscious Lyrics “SpottieOttieDopaliscious” is a soulful, funky horn-filled jam inspired by Reggae vibes and Good Times. André gave some background on the track:… Read More  [Chorus: André 3000, Andrea Nivet & Delvida Flaherty] Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James [Verse 1: Sleepy Brown] Dickie shorts, Lincoln's clean Leanin', checking out the scene Gangsta boys, Bigga's lit Ridin' out, talkin' shit (Damn) Nigga, where you wanna go? You know the club don't close 'til four Let's party 'til we can't no more (Damn) Watch out, here come the folk—"Damn..." Oh, Lord [Break] [Verse 2: André 3000] As the plot thickens, it gives me the dickens, reminiscent of Charles A lil' discotheque, nestled in the ghettos of Niggaville, USA Via Atlanta, Georgia A lil' spot where young men and young women go to experience they first little taste of the night life Me? Well, I've never been there Well, perhaps, once, but I... was so engulfed in the Ol' E, I never made it to the door You speak of "hardcore" While the DJ sweatin' 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, if you 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 done got hauled off in the ambulance (Sliced up) Two niggas done started busting ("Wham! Wham!") And one nigga done took his shirt off, talking 'bout – "Now, who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Court?" It's just my interpretation–of the situation [Chorus: André 3000] Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James Damn, damn, damn, James [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, 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 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, you dig? One moment, you frequent the booty clubs, and the next four years, you and 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 a 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 had cloudy piss So now, you back in the trap – Just that... trapped Go on and marinate on that for a minute [Outro: André 3000, Andrea Nivet + Delvida] Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja Da, da, da, Ja, Ja, Ja