Lyrics:
but her nighty
Put her arms around me waist; she slyly hid the marriage
Till to the door in haste came Captain Kelly's carriage
Sing tu ra da lu ra
Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime, and my mic's
you should know better
Your girl think 'bout me while
She drivin' a Jetta
Used to blast Kelly Clarkson
Now she a sick girl
Hot pink shirt and them lime
Man, I felt like an idiot
A couple weeks later playing Kelly’s Olympian
Put my 40 minutes in and then I’m chillin with my friends
And then I see you
of the shitty ass life I live
Well I got blood on my T-shirt
Or at least I thought I did
I said I got blood on my T-shirt
And we could put you on it
Hold up
of my people
I'll put a million on his head
And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it
But I'd rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
[R Kelly:]
Do you want me to slow it down (Kelz)
Do you want me to speed it up (Twista)
Do you want me to slow it down (Kelz)
Do you want me to speed
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
He said R Kelly is here too, so watch what you do
Because if your misbehaving i'll have him pee on you
I heard in the corner
"You like my footlong"
I
And we neva got no room for no haters
When we pull up on them 24 omegas
While I'm smoking on a gar seeing Vega
You by my side we be on one when we
nigga
I put you on a shirt nigga
Have you karried by six and buried six feet up in the dirt nigga
We ride like a hurst nigga
Wet you up like you surf
[R. Kelly:]
Aye Uh huh
Uh Huh (Let's go ladies)
Lil Jon (Yeah)
Your Boy Kells
(Yeah)
[Mario:]
And Mario
[R. Kelly:]
This is for the Chocolate girls
Yeah, we're getting turnt
Finna go berserk (Crazy Crazy)
Better tread lightly, might end up on the shirt
Yeah, we're young and turnt (Yeah)
Youngins put
more Wankstas
My street team strap Mag's on they waist
Vest under the shirt, and black rags on they face
I'm a problem, Lord can you find a way to save
see what's in my head, but I'm feeling so blind
Everything I know try to attack me all the time
Four walls ain't enough, put another four up
So I get
Crucial Conflict come out and play, hey come on
Crucial Conflict, Kelly and Rockland, collabo'
Funny faces is all I see
At my place, you on top
at Gotti iced out with the blingy-bling
And a big body sittin' on them gleamy things
Now Rockland n****s know the means of cream
Kelly, R&B Thug and it
body sittin' on them gleamy things
Now Rockland niggas know the means of cream
Kelly, R&B Thug and it sings to king
Got PJ niggas in caprime green
And ya potna hit
Slide like you R. Kelly
Fifteen with the tits
Slide if it's fuck the other side
Fuck the opposites
Slide if that nigga snitched
Got ya
really no amount of
Money that could make
You more influential than you are now so my
Question is: What are you going
To do with all
Of the influence that
From my no-look pass to seal the game
Ripped off his shirt and threw punches at the gods
And hollered at the kids to admire the pacemaker's scar
shit
That nigga Red Rag wreck it straight
see-sick flavor like the rest of my peer
I'm a magician and you punk Crab bitches are my trick
You Sissy
to tell you you was wrong
Man enough to not put it in a song
For the world to sing along
Man enough, I coulda told you on my own
Man enough to admit
R. Kelly, yeah, they pissed
But not for real
Can't let no nigga take me off this earth
But not for real
But still put a nigga on a shirt
They say you
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