OUTKAST – SPOTTIEOTTIEDOPALISCIOUS

OUTKAST – SPOTTIEOTTIEDOPALISCIOUS

OUTKAST

Lyrics

Hook: damn, damn, damn James
Verse 1: (sleepy brown)
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 til four
let's party til we can't no more, watch out here come the folks
(andre 3000)
as the plot thickens it gives me the dickens
reminiscent of charles, a lil' disco-tech nestled in the ghettos
of niggaville, USA via Atlanta, georgia, a lil' spot where
young men and young women go to experience they first lil'
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 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 cold?"
it's just my interpretation of the situation
Hook: damn, damn, damn James
Verse 2: (big boi)
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
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 syrap
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

Paroles (Traduction)

Hook : zut, zut, zut James
Couplet 1 : (Sleepy Brown)
Shorts Dickie et Lincoln propres, penchés à observer la scène
Les garçons gangsta bligga's allumés, roulant en parlant de conneries
Mec, où veux-tu aller, tu sais que le club ne ferme pas avant quatre heures
Fêtons jusqu'à ne plus pouvoir, fais attention, voilà les flics
(Andre 3000)
Alors que l'intrigue s'épaissit, ça me rend fou
Rappelant Charles, un petit discothèque niché dans les ghettos
de Niggaville, USA via Atlanta, Géorgie, un petit endroit où
les jeunes hommes et les jeunes femmes vont pour vivre leur premier petit
goût de la vie nocturne, moi ? eh bien, je n'y suis jamais allé, enfin peut-être une fois
mais j'étais tellement absorbé par l'"E"
que je n'ai jamais atteint la porte dont tu parles hardcore
pendant que le DJ suait tous les problèmes et soucis de la journée
pendant qu'une belle fille aux jambes arquées fine comme tout
chante des berceuses tièdes à ton oreille gauche
en concurrence avec "Set It Off" à droite
mais tout se mélange parfaitement, laisse l'alcool parler
"hey, hey regarde bébé, ils passent notre chanson"
et la foule devient folle comme si Holyfield venait de remporter le combat
mais en réalité il est seulement environ 3 heures du matin
et trois mecs viennent d'être emmenés à l'ambulance (tailladés)
deux mecs ont commencé à tirer (bam, bam)
et un mec a enlevé son t-shirt en disant
"qui d'autre veut s'en prendre à Hollywood Cold ?"
c'est juste mon interprétation de la situation
Hook : zut, zut, zut James
Couplet 2 : (Big Boi)
Quand j'ai rencontré pour la première fois mon ange spottieottiedopaliscious
Je me sou

Thématique Soirée

Style Rap

Keywords Atlanta, Club, Hypnotique, Instrumentale

Entités normées André 3000, Beyoncé, Big Boi, J. Cole, Sleepy Brown