Lyrics:
on your hand it hurt me so
I remember you were sixteen on
The TV screen with Wyclef
Were you my type? Oh God, yes
I was impressed you was like "No, no, no
make it through.
Your girlfriend’ s at home, she has a reason to stay
In spite of that fact you’ll be doing OK!
A lots of nice chicks are invited
this gun and end it
Unless you want it dented with bullet holes any minute
'Cause I can leave your Infinite full of those, even if someone's in it
will reveal
Mi a go make you wear a ring like shaquille o' neal
Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real, you know
Don't be fooled by my glitter
Fifty cents
Take your favorite girlfriend
You know she's of a Mexican descent
Tell it to the family
Ya see it growing day by day
You know you sell
kickin' it wall to wall
Well, I'll be calling out to people like a casting call
Ah, well, it's wack when you're jacked in the back of my ride
With your
and precise
Special effects will be created by an editor's splice
The funk is in it,ya dig it so stop that frontin'
Bust a move to my groove work your body do
My heart is beating from me
I am standing all alone
Please call me only if you are coming home
Waste another year flies by
Waste a night or two
Good evening ladies and gentlemen
This is your captain speaking
Welcome aboard DC-10 flight number 1313
We will be cruising at a height
back window with a bubble in the middle
Who's car is it? Posse won't say
We all play it off when you look our way
Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up
Got my chains all on that jelly
Where Michelle at? Where Kelly?
I need that
Sexy (ratchet) sophisticated (ratchet)
That black leather
When it's
doesn't rev your heart
'Cause it's only lonely spots he shares with you
And the long halls and the gray walls are gonna split apart
Believe it or not
shoes (slime)
Came-came equipped it with the loot (slatt-slatt)
21, that's who (slatt-slatt)
Your bitch'll probably slide by the two (slime)
You ran
off in this club
'Bout to get bent in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[2x]
[Verse 4 - R. Kelly]
Now any other time I would say it's over
nigga, make up your mind
How much longer you gon' wait to decide?
You was kickin' some dangerous lines
Now buyin' your shit a waste of my time
Nigga,
They built a prison by the freeway
Just to rub it in
It's a gentle reminder
Of the wages of sin
The ones on the inside
Are being paid their
up, right now with,
Him, it just makes me sick
Yeah cause the highway, is your girlfriend
And it goes by quick
It goes
Idiot driver
Idiot drive
up, right now with,
Him, it just makes me sick
Yeah cause the highway, is your girlfriend
And it goes by quick
It goes
Idiot driver
Idiot drive
And if someone picks up you can talk all the shit you want about me
Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key
And I'll be sure to get
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
like the shit
Cause all that's left is one skank ass bitch
Kelly, Kelly, your neden's kinda smelly
Funk down your legs, and up to your belly
But I'm with
You sleep on me 'cause you're only fuckin' with me in your dreams
Not even when I'm on my deathbed
Man, I feel like Ed, it isn't time to drop the mic
Finally, a change from these fake rap artists
[Rick] Me and Nas bring it to your hardest
Finally, real niggaz that are Billboard charters
[Rick]
right
Even if you only get part of it right
Live for today, plan for tomorrow
Party tonight, party tonight
Dyin' to meet your girlfriends
That you
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