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of sudden I'm floating in mid air
My lips fall off and everybody starts to stare
Donuts and hot dogs are flying everywhere

Now Doctor, wait a minute, you
haunted by the mystery, 
The mystey of red. 
Red knocks 'em dead, 
Some like it hot, I like it red. 
Red is my lover, got it covered 
Red is my number,
by the mystery
The mystery of red
Red knocks 'em dead 
Some like it hot, I like it red
Red is my lover, got it covered 
Red is my number, sure
feet.
The scary one is back with clothes so white and clean;
And her face that's coated with a quarter inch of cream-cold cream
She's the one who
Said to wash the time go by. 
I

My very first white girl, white girl 
Uhh, call it if she just show us fine 
My very first white girl, white girl
The way she moves really talks to me
I'm going out of my mind
`Cause the way that she winds...is truly divine

She takes her time as she
Said to wash the time go by. 
I

My very first white girl, white girl 
Uhh, call it if she just show us fine 
My very first white girl, white girl
a drought I just sit on my dope and wait
For the prices to skyrocket and rise like real estate
I got that ice cream, that candy, that girl, that white white
you starin' at me 
So get off 'cause I control the stage 
There's no dissin' allowed 
I'm in my own phase 
The girlies sa y they love me and that is
We're Standing By A River
In A Place Where Nothing Moves
And The White Light In The Sky
Is Meaningless And Cruel
And We Turn Our Face Away
From
bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(To get my man see we bout to spit some) hot shit!
Yeah, one two
Bout to spit
ones, then bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) what?
(to get my man see we bout to spit some) HOT SHIT
Yeah, one two..
Bout
that crimson sin intensity!
I'm haunted by the mystery of red, red, red!

Red! red knocks 'em dead!
Some like it hot-tah!
I like it red!

Red's my
I'm floating ever higher 
I have never prayed 
These secrets move my way 

Now I am all knowing 
That we are all the same 
These pieces of each
scales that are off balance
Ay yo niggas are nuts riding my phallus
They're trying to compare my rap ballads
While they're spittin' hot shit 'cause they
from the neck of emman-you-el
White pearls, that's it, in the oyster shell
Voice excels, judas upheld
Take videos of my queens pretty toes
Gold slippers,
to the beat 
See me and my crew and my friends were gonna try to move our feet
See I am Mary Blige and I'll like to say hello
To the black to the white
you starin' at me 
So get off 'cause I control the stage 
There's no dissin' allowed 
I'm in my own phase 
The girlies sa y they love me and that is
[Missy Elliott]
Check it
See I don't want to say that this is the end
I'll end by saying this is where we?ll begin
Hip hop is a freedom
you starin' at me 
So get off 'cause I control the stage 
There's no dissin' allowed 
I'm in my own phase 
The girlies sa y they love me and that is
we standing
On our personal starship, with entertainment modules
Emerges you inside a world that's all gold
Artificial, our ship is hard to hit too
My cars, they hot, my paint is wet
My bitches, they bad, that's probably why y’all mad
My cars, they hot, my paint is wet
My bitches, they bad,
I fall, could the choir catch me
I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan
Got bitten by a cobra, but the Lord took my venom
So who's side
My pappy said son you gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln

Have you heard the story about the hot rod race
You keep my dark sky light up at night,
So bright that you blinding my sight
'Cause all I see is a
Hot thang, and you my hot thang, and you my hot