Lyrics:
can't rap, because he talks with a lisp
But I got paid, now you feel stupid
Amazed by the style the sound and how we looped it
Now I clock G's, trunk
And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man
And you don't even gotta ask
You know it by the smell
I treat every day like it's a payday
Top down, counting
counted
The final tally scored
Fifty feet out in the streets tonight
Another thousand for the Lord
We are fighting for your freedom
You should thank your
city
One where you are not
I would return to nothing without you
If I'm your girlfriend or not
Maybe I was mean
But I really don't think so
You
inside playing quarters
And he said, "Don't you know the game Kazaam? It's a better game,
You point your elbow at someone and say somebody else's name
want you deserve it
My love I'm learning
Everything about you so perfect
My girlfriend
You know how to make my world spin
Im certain everything about
rubbers on me, don't try to discontinue
We got's to bump and grind, crank up the R. Kelly
Delicious kickin', no leather like I'm Fonzarelli
I order
riots
Be it wrong or right
(Right, right)
These are the ghetto highlights
The nigga with all 16 switches sittin' on Ds
Who got jacked, he tried
chrome face
Fuck with me, better bring your lunch 'cause it's gon' be a long day
But I never take a break
I never take a break 'til I see heaven
I'm back like a rebel making trouble
I'm an Assassin, kickin ass on the double
No motherfucker alive's gonna stop me
So fuck you and your goddamn
true when I stopped to talk to you
So you're out with your girlfriends, thought she's so damn fine
And I wish she could be mine, but every time I saw
rap this
Enlightening minds with my lyrical tactics
In life everything ain't always what it seems
But people are enchanted by things that gleam
You
the evening
Spend my days with you
If it's true that you really taken
That bonds broke
So when your men get the shit mistaken
Then let him know you might be his
is Too Short, so I kept it undercover
Now you're all grown up, with your partners rappin'
But old Short Dawg'll your ass what happened
To a fake MC,
comin' with her girlfriend
Got a prissy bitch, she always eating seafood
Got me kicked backed, kickin' flavor up in Kiku
Like a window keep it clear that I
your gar-ments
When I come around, son lay 'em down
This Homey the Clown play around so pay it now
Sweepin the block up, Mayor Doc, he in town
Ridin
[Chorus]
We comin' to yo' town and then we takin' over
Hands up, but better yet you better hold up
Shorty says she wanna kick it with' a soldier
Bang!
and if you are the fake MC type
I`ll shine so bright I`ll be blinding your eyesight
Your capabilities fall short so I`ma treat you like a dwarf
goin? to the club
No hangin? with my girls
I'm chillin? with ma nigga tonight
R.Kelly got a show but I can't go
I'm chillin? with ma nigga tonight
[R. Kelly, talking]
Oh! Ladies it's ya boyfriend, Kels
Do or Die, I told y'all
We lookin' for them magic chicks
The ones that can make that thing do
Boom, bash, wake up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
cheap (uh)
Tell it to her (uh), don't say it to me (say it to me)
'Cause I know (uh) I'm in control (uh)
See, Trix are for kids (u), and, boo, I'm too
goin' back to the telly
I'ma urine on your face and take a crap on your belly
Do the R. Kelly, now take a shower, ho
It's too powerful
You know how it
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