If you’re up on hip-hop, you’re familiar with Outkast’s classic Aquemini album. If you’re familiar with Aquemini, you know all about a smooth, horn-heavy spoken word’ish joint called “Spottieottiedopaliscious”.
Verse one starts off with Sleepy Brown crooning about how fresh his ‘fit is, gettin’ high and linkin’ up with the homies, you know, lookin’ for the turn up. That’s normal right? Skip to verse three where Big Boi is going on about the time he met who would soon be his soulmate and mother of his child in the club and the importance of having a legit hustle because you “can’t gamble, feedin’ baby on that dope money”. He was droppin’ gems. But neither of those verses is why we’re gathered here today reading this post…
With the second verse on “Spottieottiedopaliscious” is Andre 3000 and below are his exact words,
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 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, hardcore
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 niggas just don’ got hauled
Off in the ambulance (sliced up)
Two niggas don’ start bustin’ (wham wham)
And one nigga don’ took his shirt off talkin’ ’bout
“Now who else wanna fuck with Hollywood Cole?”
It’s just my interpretation of the situation
I know this verse like the back of my hand, but it wasn’t until a few days ago when I was like “Wait… What?”
3 Stacks is recalling his experience at “a lil discotheque nestled in the ghettos of Niggaville, USA”, yet he goes on to first say he’s never been there, then he says he actually did go once, but he was basically too drunk to make it to the door.
With that said…
How in the hell did he know what was goin’ on? How does he know the DJ was “sweatin’ out all the problems and troubles of the day”? The “fine, bow-legged girl. Fine as all outdoors” couldn’t have approached him because he never made it inside. Lastly, unless the fight happened in the parking lot, there’s no way he could’ve known about the fade Hollywood Cole collected.
I don’t know. Maybe Andre is recalling a story someone told him.
