Lyrics:
Yo, I know everyone out there wanna know, "what the hell does this mean?"
Well, I don't know my damn self
Now what the hell does thoia thoing
by the name of Joe
Said " To Coney Isle, dear let's go,"
Then Nelly Kelly would fret and pout,
And to him I heard her shout.
chorus
"Take me out
And who knows what the tide could bring?
Da-da-da-da-daa (goodbye my friend, I'll never forget you)
Doo-doo-doo-doo-ooh-ooh
(Hey, hey) hey, Kelly
You've got that thing I like
R. Kelly won't you rap for me
[R. Kelly]
Mmm-wa here's a little kiss for you honey dip
Now I know you got a thing for
lie I don't even much rap like this but fuck it I'm pissed R.Kelly
Gotta be pretty for you to get hit missionary I pull out and nut on her belly
Bitch
goat
Now we in ur city
Shawties tryna kick it
Working with my nini
Heart break Kelly
Eyy
HBK
Heart break Kelly
Eyy you know what I'm saying
Ron and Kelly Chante contagious
(I'm Hot) Records heard, Dj's playin 'em
My words are being relayed who's sayin 'em?
Ay yo!!!! we are
My name's
Isley Brothers, hit it to some Sade
Hit it to some R. Kelly, and hit it to some Marvin Gaye
(Said don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, no)
See how I do
Isley Brothers, hit it to some Sade
Hit it to some R. Kelly, and hit it to some Marvin Gaye
(Said don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, no)
See how I do
Mandy: Capricorn, eh, what are they like?
Wise Man 2: He is the son of God, our Messiah.
Wise Man 1: King of the Jews.
Mandy: And that's
She look what?
She look good, she bad as a motherfucka
She look good?
Yeah
I mean hows her heart? Hows her head? Her mind right?
Her brain
you meet your maker
I don't wanna fight with a woman beater, it feeds your nature
If you still bumping R. Kelly, you could thank the Savior
Said if
hand, but for what?
Like Jim Kelly said, "You try to set me up?" Shit...
I'm too slick for your lies in disguise
When will you devils open your eyes
An undercover on the dubba always trying to charge a brotha
Call me late night, spark a Philly
are-Kelly, I jack the brother
Comin' from the (?) Memphis
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
550 what I'm bangin'
I nicknamed the chop R Kelly how it's sangin'
Bitch I'm feeling like No Cap, I'm protected by ghetto angels
Long range just give me
machetes
B****h I'm staying steady
Coppin' hemis while you whipping Chevys
Cocaine white like Kelly
Call her Brittany cuz she snortin' heavy
You hear what
nobody else
You and I tighter than the jeans on my ass
You remind me of this thing something like
R.Kelly singing 'bout a jeep
Boy, you're everything to me
of yall
and if ya Immature than Im out the door
I'm on fire gettin head by the
Harlem Boys Choir.
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R & B dick
(dreams
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
I fucked her the first night, and then I never called again
Next time lil' shawty seen me, I was ridin' with her friend
This alligator Kelly, not
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
Bliss when I blast off when I get
R Kelly style on these hoes
Shit on the chest Small
You don’t know the chest nut crack
I crack y’all ass and I crack
I'm one of several MCs to choose this joint
But I do what I must to prove I'm much
Better than who so ever protool'd this joint
The pro tool calling
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