Lyrics:
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
[Hook: R. Kelly]
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way
And then I was taking the pictures
but the exposure thing wasn't right
and I was going to call Fred or Gerry
to find out how to get set it
I was too late
Let my beat keep knocking 'cause we rocking like that
Bust your ass slow, as if you didn't know
Put my mic inside your brain, don't diss, hold this
can go b**** for b****, got a pretty young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
[R. Kelly]
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While
Strikin' the belly of the seed to make it vomit
Things of beings is unseen by men
in shapes and form, never been dreamed by men
The word of God, always
something
Look homey, it's the bloody sweepstakes
Glove club you down in the club, how you like that, sweet cakes?
[Trife Da God]
Yo, it was a minute after
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
would I, and why should I
When I seen a lady tonight, with my good eye that I would try and make
My..(baby..baby)
I was up in the club putting my hood
Target practice baby only thing is I'm
Not the shooter, Im the bullet, bIAATCH!
G'd up from the feet up a-B-C D-E-F
I'm a G to the end the end
Last summer you know when I met you,
I didn't know that this could be so true,
"Love is in little things"
Holding hands on to that club roof,
dedicate this melody, fuck the hating
[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I had to tell my girl to pack her shit
Cause she slipped and dipped inside
I need a girl
away, but not much luck Drunk inside this club
I'm somewhere that you can't reach, I'm too fucked up
Trying to avoid the lies I don't get fazed by none
as the ice (oh, oh)
The more I try, the more I open my mind, for you
To find, the demons hidin' deep inside
I owe fines, the devil say I owe him for life
This isn't in attempts to reach you and your hitters
The last thing you do is bullshit a bullshitter
The streets is a bitch, you up in the club with
I can see it in the way
That you are the painted
Flowers in the big parade
Flowers in the big parade
Deep inside your heart
Staring at the sky
my side
I gotta have you around, right here by my side
So where's my moonshine
'Cause I'll be all up in the club with you yeah
So where's my
my side
I gotta have you around, right here by my side
So where's my moonshine
'Cause I'll be all up in the club with you yeah
So where's my
on
I be that, girl who straight pop from the N.Y.
Doing my thing, all day, yeah it's her
Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it back
Tell me
time
It's not that intense
So why she so obsessive?
The way that she's latched to me
Out at the club
Cuffin' just to be suggestive
Sending a message
with bad table manners
We act bad, my nigga what is y'all sayin'?
Like when we walk inside clubs, niggas hold they gal hand
'Cause they know we run
shiver
I deliver her the dick
When she get inside that thing
That's when she bite, gag, and lick
Fuckin' with the baddest bitch with
Super ass and lips
is by the brick here
Like fuck a good day, this a good year
Every day get paid, straight hustle
Club full of bad bitches, want all of em
Never
seeing an opportunity
To drop a freestyle and kill them niggas that were booing me
I made my haters watch and put the screw inside of scrutiny
right after that
Yes, women you looking so very beautiful here today
Some of you with the same thing on from the club last night
The Lord give'th
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