Lyrics:
at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train
And she leaned right down next to me
And she said "It's good for you"
And then she tied me to the wall
Fucked around and told my plan to the man
Sitting next to the god damn men
How was I to know son
That the nigg' blow with one and told the 4-1-1
open the door
Boom! That's that, left him on his back flat
You talking like that, jack, spitting
About crack, but never been about that
I'm real with
that guy
I was addicted, a video burn-out and I would crazy when the guy would have to turn out
The lights at midnight, I'd fall on my knees and say,
there
In a chair by the window
Starin' so far away
I tried talking just whispered
So sorry so selfish
He stopped me and said
Child, I love you
family stared at me
Saying, "Wasn't that you? Nah, it couldn't be"
They kept asking me if I did my chores
My butt was saved by a knock at the door
the next step forward
We've come so far it's time to start
Something new together not apart
I wanna be your guy no more disguise
These feelings that I've
don't pick a fight
On me
Maybe a good guy isn't enough when
Girls like you pass by
And why do I even try
Well maybe next time
Maybe next time
You'll be
Here we have Larry Hoover's lawyer
With us today and
It’s a prisoner that we're focused on he has
Six life sentences and they have
Him next
denial, I'm bangin' niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you lookin' at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with
a bag full of money knocking at the door
I'm bout to pour it out the bag
Count it on the floor
Big bag of rubber bands by the night stand
In the wee
the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler
Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door
Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore
Two
just laughed at me
Yeah, she just laughed at me…6 miles to mckenney
I got back on the highway I drove out fast
Riding by the crows on the telephone
Left field bleachers by the guy with the drum beat
Swing batta batta
Atta boy!
Strike 'em out
It's a bunt
Make a move
That's what I'm talking about
Come
denial, I'm bangin' niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you lookin' at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with
in her daydreams
Living high on yesterday's lie
Talking to me about some 0% interest
And how she got a better deal than the next guy
And the way
a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat,
Went to sleep, and didn't get up until the next morning, when we got a phone
Call from Officer Obie. He said,
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
read on the side of the road
The next town is 125 miles away
And these very words came into his mind. He said
By the time I get to Phoenix, she'll
The next half hour was the same old thing
My mother buying me clothes from 1963
And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate
I asked her for Adidas
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
[R. Kelly - talking (continues behind Chorus)]
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
[Chorus]
You can catch me in the club
the type to throw a hissy fit
when she's off to the gym
as if she'll find a guy
That's way fitter than him
so more time she doesn't go
She's known for
gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Stand up guy, bet the mound from the ground
I'm a south side nigga, fuck around fuck around
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