come on) Throw your hands up come on throw your hands up Throw your hands up come on throw your hands up [Chorus: R. Kelly] I like it when your booty
you wanna get a hit until the early mon...pimp on [Chorus] [R. KELLY] Hoppin' out the fattest cars that money can buy (can buy) Chick on my side (on my side) Step off up
up high And all my real playas throw ya hands up high And just keep on bouncin' while I take you on a ride [Chorus: R. Kelly] It's like your body's on
me for the come up Try to creep creep, I pull a gun up I put a hole in the first nigga that run up The ballers be Jay, R, and T Spit it cold cause the
some words together Sometimes'll make a nigga wanna leave, but when we make up [Chorus] [Jay-Z over Chorus] Woo! Boy talk boy! [R. Kelly] Break up to make up
is here for you to bring your body here And give me what I've waited for Hurry up and come on in and close the door I'm about to get up on it Feed me
and me On the low, fruit bowls and whipped cream We can get up on a fancy suite Thugged out with some Hennessy See, see, see Lock your body up and throw
the back, hit it like that [R] [1] - The dollar bill [Foxy] Nuthin' but stacks get you anything Anywhere, as a matter of fact, dollar bill [R] Say what
living room getting it on And they ain't leaving 'till six in the morning Thugged out, my people gettin' head while we on and Tear the club up every time we performin' Gun up
back and roll through the tolls with me Now listen to the R flow with me [Chorus] [R. Kelly] Now we don't need no room keys because we up off in my
.. [R. Kelly] I'm gonna get into you (get in too deep) I wanna get into you (get in too deep) Wanna get into you (get in too deep) Oahhohh, ohhh .. (
i lick Ya neck better get chu wet lookin at cho sexy ass make wanna write a check [CHORUS] [Bridge (R Kelly)] Now hold on tha way u pit it on me now
R. Kelly] Hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello, hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello, hello [Girl Voice] Hello [R. Kelly] Hello PICK UP THE PHONE! [R. Kelly
top spot When you're breaking me down like a chop shop, eh Cutting like some blades on a caddy That's how you're working me, daddy Everytime you put that on
tore up about eight nine black stylian riding up its Mr.biggs show down im like what (Isley) Now Kelly its not enough room in this town for you and me so lets get
, And get lifted on our way to the four seasons Here's a sweet that I rented; I'm a get deeper in it Than he's been in it Bangin' like a chief's up in
(Ladies, come on) Throw your hands up come on throw your hands up Throw your hands up come on throw your hands up Chorus: R. Kelly I like it when your
up to the club in a Pinto likes it's a Porsche Garbage bag on one of the windows Spray painted doors with the flames on 'em Michigan plates and my name's on