Lyrics:
by
I could be in the gutter, or dangling down from a tree
If you know someone who is graceful and wise
Doesn't mind girls who are clumsy and shy
I
made a fool out of when I pull on 'em?
R. Kelly with a full bladder
Non-high school grad, I'm not a scholar
But I'm so cold when I'm droppin'
and the parcels
'cause all our homes and offices got
Stacks of mail last June, ow! Ha! Ha!
When it was my birthday anyway
We're all dead pleased by the way
You've
And I'm letting sucka's know, that I get it for da low
I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
of both worlds, that shit ain't fair
This shit ain't fair, I am Jay, hov'
Mami shake ya body body, don't hurt nobody hottie
It's me in the god-body, R
the God-body, R. Kelly the John Gotti
Thr R&B thug and me I would say I'm probably
the hardest rapper to ever cop on poppy and
put it in a song, ma how could
Like lost and found
Love's got you spinnin' all around, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Are you thinkin' love has passed you by, oh
Do you feel so alone,
You better run from 'em, nigga
(Are you playin' with that raw?)
Well look here, front somethin', nigga
(The block is hot, the block is hot ha, ha-ha
was incomplete
I was down so doggone low
Had to look up at my feet
Don't you know that
I just want to testify
What your love has done for me
I
[R. Kelly - talking] (*continues behind Chorus*)
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
[Chorus]
You can catch me in
make a phone call
To who?
A prayer buddy of mine
She can help you tear down your walls
I don't want nobody in my business
She's a friend
Brenda and Eddie were the
Popular steadys
And the king and the queen
Of the prom
Riding around with the car top
Down and the radio on
Nobody looked
me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low
Running low, yeah!
When the priest comes to read me the last rites
Take a look
come sweating, stressing contesting
You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggas are
Intro - R. Kelly + (Nick Cannon)]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh, uh, haha)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Kels!)
(We in the club singing this for money, ha
the bloodstains on the carpet
And then you ran into the bedroom
You were struck down it was your doom
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you okay? Are you okay,
(2) A weh dem a go do when the time comes around
A weh dent a go sek
'cause
My people are in a mess
But nobody wants to know
'cause when you're
Brenda and Eddie were the
Popular steadies
And the king and the queen
Of the prom
Riding around with the car top
Down and the radio on
Nobody looked
were struck down
It was your doom
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you okay? Are you okay, Annie?
Annie, are you okay?
So, Annie, are you okay?
helicopters swoop down
And try to put missiles in mines
Who's that peekin' in my window?
Pow, nobody now (nobody now)
Who's that peekin' in my window?
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
to keep
In her bed down here below she falls asleep
She don't need nobody
She don't need nobody
She don't need nobody now
All grown up and livin'
just wanders over
Sits by a rock separated from the flock
He's just sitting by a rock
Where'd he go?
I don't know
Well, he was here a minute ago
Kelly, When Yo Name Is Tommy
I Don't Know What Ya'll Be Thinkin
When U Bring Em Round Me
Let Me Remind U That I Am The King Of R&B
Do U Know What That
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