As the plot thickens...

it gives me the dickens
Reminiscent of Charles
a lil' discotheque Nestled in the ghettos of N****ville, USA
Via Atlanta, Georgia
a lil' spot where
Young men and 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 brothas just don' got hauled Off in the ambulance (sliced up)
Two brothas don' start bustin' (wham wham)
And one brotha don' took his shirt off talkin' 'bout
"Now who else wanna frick with Hollywood Courts?"



It's just my interpretation of the situation