Lyrics:
to change my life, I try to do right
But I feel like a felon on my third strike
Cops pull me over, try to harass me
I seen the R. Kelly tape but these young
Purple in the air, green in his pocket
I ain't dissin' you dog, I'm dismissin' you
Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you
That's cool-Aid,
ear (who) steam on the rock (who)
Pupil in the air (who) green in his pocket
I ain't dissin' you dog, I'm dismissin' you
Get the R. Kelly tape
the brand new shake (uh huh)
Got me pissin' on hoes like the R. Kelly tape
If you see me in the club, nothin' but Cris poppin' (yeah)
See me in court, my
finna clown ICP
R. Kelly sex tape, I see pee (whoa)
My shit is intense, like tipis
You gettin' wiped, like TP
You don't like me? You can bite my
hotter one6s than than R. Kelly tape
Make cheddar when I grab the mic see when the Mob in town
Hoes go out in bad weather like a satellite
Never have
be trying to act fake
Shut up and pass me the R. Kelly tape
'Cause one we going to the room of fun
For a nice 68 and I'll owe you one
Don't looked
you niggaz just woke - good morning!
[Chorus - R. Kelly]
You can't touch me, no you can't touch me
Jigga, Kelly, not guilty
Try to charge me
the forest found homes in holes in the ground
The moss inscribed:
"No one survives against the wrath of R. Plant."
A few souls slipped through the gates
to his best friend Derrick bare-naked
Jig-a-jig-ji-ji-Janeane just turned sixteen and used a fake ID
To sneak in VIP to see R. Kelly, hee-hee-hee-hee
we are ... buddy r. review, right here on ... on ... want me to get on with it?
? : get on with it!
One, two, (pause) tape is rolling? okay ... here we
When you got a headache
A little headache powder will help you
When you got a backache
Go down To John R. & Brush and a massage parlor will take care
at night, late at night
Let me tell you
When you got a headache
A little headache powder will help you
When you got a backache
Go down To John R. & Brush
in, dropped in like the apex
Kick more game than a payless, say less.
It's me, E double D like a playtex
R. Eddie gotta save his paychecks, so he stick
all the way
B-Boy straight freestyling
We opened for R. Kelly and that brother Ben wildin
We stepping and gyrating
R. Kelly sang it
Backstage after
I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Convertible limousines, def jam got the bill
Remember R. Kelly had the house on the hill
Well when the partys over we can go there and chill
In London it's
it's so amazin'
And if you are a YNP and you're rollin' with the PGP, congratulations
I know I got the skills to make you trip
R. Kelly's flippin' tracks
independent, can't touch me kids
Split your wig then hire Cochran, like Puffy did
(fiesta) fiesta, like my name R. Kelly
I'm the boss see the cross, hanging
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow
to sleep with Michael Jackson
You want interviews, in locker rooms, movie action
Camcorders R. Kelly, or Russell peein on your belly
Smelly socks from
head, Pop him dead on IG live
I'm on the bloc posted up, cuz it's Crips outside
I gang bang, my flag hang, and I got my pole
Double R. No Royce. Bitch I
no Mister Stokes I don't like misters no
Don't tell R. Kelly where my sister goes
You little niggas better check my French
You getting money
Food thought you can eat mine
Light years ahead n***a eons
R. Kelly that ass you get peed on
Dye your hair all types of neon
That's not the type of shit
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