Lyrics:
remember your momma's honda
The first place you let me hit it
Smoking on that, smoking on that ooo ooo wee eee (ooo wee eee)
Rolling in my old school
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Super duper super duper, trunk rattlin
(That's what I'm talkin' 'bout)
Old school, in the basement
(Some shit for the fuckin' trunk nigga)
Magazine
ain't enough
You gotta mix it with the leather
Your grind ain't enough
You gotta mix it with the hate
When it's all over watch what I say
4eva n
back that spark
Don't hesitate
And you believe me
Ya bitch believe me
Bump
Bump (Hey there you go, there you go, fine by...)
Bump (Too much rump
one nigga!
Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
Ya biggest hit single is wit' R kelly
Well there's some questions I got here
Like how old was the girls he
Was
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
and a one pound rice
Oh what a life, now man jump in rides
Hot Gal jump inside, am no R. Kelly but they wanna bump n grind
Slow wine to an R and b song
Show
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
parents share often. When I was two or three years old, I was with my family at a swimming pool. The pool had a diving board and unbeknownst to them, I got
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Want it back but they don't wanna do it (don't wanna)
What the fuck nigga, I wrote that music (I)
I did that Bump and Grind, I did that 12 Play, I did
Old School R&B
I just wanna make love to ya
I ain't just trying to fuck
My shit hit like Old School R&B
Ay
I really wanna make love to ya
I ain't just
boy
I keep that thang in my pants, Don't doubt me boy
I bust an old school dance, Don't doubt me boy
Shit I spend it like it's nothin', Don't doubt me
Before R. Kelly had his teens.. Wutang had their cream
Slick Rick had his rings... crack rock had it's fiends
Martin Luther had his dreams, Stevie
$hort
Get in where you fit in, fool
You was a mark up at the high school
Now you're hardcore like CB4
Biting, what you want to be me for?
It's your
around and have a child
I better relax bro
Makin love to Ginuwine
R. Kelly we Bump n Grind
I ain't tryna waist no time
Hands all on your waistline (On your
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
starrin' in naked soul of sweet jones
Y'all play it from the past
I stay paid, and I like blades
Old school cars and lovin maze
I got hoes n I do shows
a fake animated
Character with a real
Person riding on your side like Roger Rabbit
Yeah you put on some classics
Like been on an R Kelly song andthat's it
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
I took the new school to the old school
Mix it with the pro tools
When I come to this mic, I'm better than you
I'm young, but I'm not dumb
Steppin'
Today, I will walk into the Civic Auditorium
As a 17-year-old high school graduate
And walk out-
"Name?" The man's grating voice
Cuts through my reverie
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
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