Lyrics:
I've been thinking of you
And I've been trying to figure out
What you remind me of
Cause you are...nothing like I've ever known
Are you an angel
noooow
Talkin all freaky when I see you
You better be ready
You can get it Right noooow
In the kitchen by the stove just like R.kelly
You can get it
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
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
to me
Are you done with me
I said are you done with me
I wrote in my diary, my love
And gave what i have, they call love
And they just make fun of the sad
Intro
Rap by R.Kelly
(feat. R. Kelly, Fabolous)
[R. Kelly]
Y'all know what this is
so bob your heads, yeah
ladies it's your boyfriend
[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
The fine women that be rollin Mercedes
Getting freaky and
And we be going (weo weo weo weo)
[R Kelly:]
Do you want me to slow it down (Kelz)
Do you
on a little bit of change, quick cash
Haters wanna see me fall quick like ash
Grams are less 'cause I bounce back
Diamonds in my chain, yellow like cab
Save
you say to me
Live your life for today
Dreams are just fantasies
Waste your time and you pay
Oh, but some time ago
I was on my own
By a green
what you do to me
'Cause somebody might do it to you
Now who was there for you when your ass was out of work?
All by myself, taking Little Man
what you do to me
'Cause somebody might do it to you
Now who was there for you when your ass was out of work?
All by myself, taking Little Man
you ain't a bow and arrow
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead
Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still
Are you eating
We run everything
We run the streets, the radio, and the club
All of the above
[Beanie Sigel and R. Kelly]
Yes, yes! (All the above)
Uhh
[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
the South East but got love for the North
And these are just the diaries that SPM wrote
[Rasheed:]
Mr. SP can you spare a few pages
To write what's on my
I've got bottled up
Dried up Stress
And you
Want me to confess
To territory that
I hadn't even
Trespassed on
Passed on to me
By family
An alcoholic
I've got bottled up
Dried up Stress
And you
Want me to confess
To territory that
I hadn't even
Trespassed on
Passed on to me
By family
An alcoholic
the hell is over there
Then pop, pop, pop, go a round of bottles
Then pop, pop, pop, R. Kelly follows
This shit here like hard to swallow
Only real niggas
on him but he saw me
And he grabbed me, so I kicked his knee
He didn't like that, not one bit
He grabbed R Kelly's gun and shot me with it
I played dead,
sexy, lookin' fly
We're the baddest chicks, the chicks inside
DJ jam tonight
Spotted me, a tender thing, baby
There you are, come on, baby
Don't you
that made my love bold as I grow older the younger me knows
I was made by love so my love makes gold
Lawd Allow this hood diary
Inspire me re wire me
And Jet wings
While bitches try to cling and campaign 4 my ding a ling
Do what I want
Cause ima self made nigga
Jezzy and R kelly recognize a go getta
Say
sexy, lookin' fly
We're the baddest chicks, the chicks inside
DJ jam tonight
Spotted me, a tender thing, baby
There you are, come on, baby
Don't you
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