Lyrics:
550 what I'm bangin'
I nicknamed the chop R Kelly how it's sangin'
Bitch I'm feeling like No Cap, I'm protected by ghetto angels
Long range just give me
Gettin' freaky in the club
That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way she's windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so
Sixteen sex, no R.Kelly
That's no diss, a man want Becky
If you tell me you want Becky, give me Brian
That's o brain, use your noodle, don't forget it,
I read your diary
Saw it clearly when you smiled at me
And I'm pretty sure the words read, plainly:
'Come run away with me
I sleep so much better by
Get it while you can, man
And stop hating me, fucking with my shit cause I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
[Dr. Dre]
I'm seeing
best
I got this killa up inside of me
I can't talk to my mother so I talk to my diary
I'm going off on the deep end
I found myself face-to-face with
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
I get a call, 9 in the morning, I'm reaching for the phone
Meech got some work for me, I'm guessing i can tag along
East side, Clinton and kelly, i
it's starting to look a lot like Trapped in the Closet (ooh)
I was thinking about that masterpiece by R. Kelly (ooh)
When suddenly my dentist started
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
on this
We didn't get here on accident
Don't make me bring out them racks again
Your two best friends are some savages
Damn, how many days has it been?
or walk the dog
And listen to me
Illuminate the essentials
We mustn't forget these, they make us who we are
Listen carefully, I 'll only say it once
R. Kelly and HOV, coke or the dope, we got the best of the both worlds (both)
I throw it up like I'm gon' hurl (Dirt Gang)
Always on, but he don't
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
Get it while you can, man
And stop hatin' me, fuckin' with my shit cause I got more hustle than you
Get yours, get yours baby
I'm seeing millions,
Kelly mountain road
Saw a heavy load
With a sagging heart
And a break apart
Voices in me
Stood as thick as thieves
With no sympathy
For
Always done up
You the reason that the sun come up
Queen you looking gorgeous
Knock me off my feet when you walking by my office
I step cautious
I don't
grave like R. Kelly (You a felon)
Your boy on the news watch the tele (Yuh yuh watch that shit)
I be hittin' milestones till' my tombstone
Still in my
you itching the issue
Why you itching the issue
Like R. Kelly we piss you
Take that part out, i didn't mean that
Is it too soon to do R. Kelly jokes?
numbers)
She looking at you when I walk by
you turn your head, she winks her eye
I can't help if she checking for a platinum type of guy
She be calling me
than R Kelly's
Bandades for scars ain't working, I'm worst than nelly
Got somebody who understand me she must really love me
Stuck by side, thick
Ron and Kelly Chante contagious
(I'm Hot) Records heard, Dj's playin 'em
My words are being relayed who's sayin 'em?
Ay yo!!!! we are
My name's
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
swisher sweets
Want some fucking crack
Gon' and hit me on my beep
A-I-R, sipping on the barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TV's all up
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