[R.]
Uh huh, hey, I remember when I back in the days
When I ainīt hot shit
But now that I got shit
Niggas wanna keep up shit
But itīs all good, watch me do this shit
[CamīRom]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, ay yo, from my town to Chitown
R. Kelly got some thugs to make you lock down
Voice cry hot sounds tied down cop twisters
Shop lifters with Benini schemes
Smoke greenie green candyman up in cabrini green
Some cats I know like to splurge on they wrists
But my man karate man cut the nerves out his fist
But yo, throw your hands up yīall itīs just love in here
It ainīt shit but a thug affair
Iīm at the bar spendinī thug money
Cop so much huh, they say I love money carats like bugs bunny
So lets slide you got the right thong
Dju donīt know, Iīm all night long
The DJ playing all the right songs
To the BM, REMīs are Muy bien
Itīs R. Kelly, killer Camī
Baby girl, can you dig now
Next time we see him yo, we laying Mr. Biggs down
[1] - To all my players and my thugs
To all my honeys in the club
To all the hoods that show me love
We ride, we ride
(From Chitown to LA)
To all my ballers lockinī ice, getting a room for the night
Taking first class flights, we ride, we ride
(From Chitown to LA)
[Noreaga]
Yo, I used to be in Chitown and collect panties
When I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammyīs
Thugged out yo, all my people givinī eye jammies
Now them shorties say Iīm cute, when they canīt stand me
R. Kelly yo, Iīm right from the belly, you know the soul
Everything that we spit on is platinum gold
But now itīs for the love, for all the players and the thugs
Yo, itīs a party goinī on, meet me right at the club
We got some chickens in the living room getting it on
And they ainīt leaving ītill six in the morning
Thugged out, my people gettinī head while we on and
Tear the club up every time we performinī
Gun up in your waist, please donīt shoot up the place
Because this shorty right here, lookinī good in my face
Ay yo, itīs so deep I told shorty just last week
Uh huh, itīs like, you remind me of my jeep
[Repeat 1]
[Vegas Cats]
Only ballers be allowed up in here
Money makers got my thug niggas watchinī my rear for player haters
Eighteen and Iīm livinī a dream, go figure
How a nigga thatīs younger than you, ice bigger
Donīt sweat that, stick to rap nigga, try that
Call my nigga R. Kell if you need a hit, black
And when you get it, make it known baby, who did it
Itīll make your fans hit the stores and go get it
Now, here come a bitter sweet note for the fellas
Left out the club with her friend, now she jealous
Mad cuz she canīt ride in the LS
Yeah, she kinda mad but a baller could care less
While you sleep, sleep, sleep
Iīm inna Benz going beep, beep, beep
Got your girl sayinī "Yo, who he?"
So letīs ride to Rocklandīs party, uh huh
[Jay-Z]
Check, Ghetto proī federal
Jay-Z shake the dice, let īem go
Bet a load I tear down every show
Better know cheddar crowed like the front babe row
Says R., Jay yīall, all I need is four bars
Iīm hotter than a lotta men
Switch up cars like Rodmanīs hair color, then hit your broad
Iīm borderline too much for the mortal mind
Every time you ought to rewind, find thereīs more to find
Now pop that cork, then pour the wine
Represent New York to Chitown, like what
Floss mine, like of course my, what
Never cross my family, can we all get along? Hell no
Iīm tryinī to tell yīall who dat is that rule that biz
Not your baby daddy but Jay-Z, true that is
Better school that kid on whoīs shoes that is
Or who I be nigga, V.I.P Jigga
[Repeat 1]
[R.]
Letīs get together and make this loot
(Trackmasters, Rockland)
Make this loot
(Untertainment)
Come on players
(Thugged out)
Come on players
(And we out like that)
Rock-a-fella yaīll
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