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Yeah yeah it's here niggaz
Rockland Roc A Fella collaboration Tone the Referee the best of both worlds Welcome to the best of both worlds R Kelly Chi Town Let's just start frontin on 'em right away I pull up with the big boy truck nigga big boy drop We be the only big boys that the big boys watch Sing to 'em Kelly Best of both worlds The combination of Perry Mason and Larry Davis Martin and Malcolm this is the bigger than the album The best of both worlds ohhhhHHH I got a million on that boy singin whatever on the flow Y'all got cheddar to blow whatever let a nigga know Kel's The best of It's not even close just leave it alone I'm Michael Jordan I play for the team I own Sing to em Kel The best of both worlds ohhhhHHH Young H flow feared in fifty states Young Kel's nigga the best of both worlds Holla The best of both worlds You can't possibly think you can stop this It's prophecy plus I feel like the nigga Big watchin me Best of both worlds This is for my niggaz down bottom and them hustlers on twenty two's Single parent mothers in the hood is who I'm talkin to I know it's rough in the ghetto but let me walk witchu Talk witchu uh huh yeah hea And for the ones who put you down and said you wouldn't make it But you still held your ground and came up out that basement In the memory of those that we lost it's deicated We miss y'all uh huh yeahhea This right here this whole album's in the memory of all our fallen soldiers uh huh we lost along the way ohhhhhoooh knahmsayin ghetto to ghetto City to city worldwide we got y'all y'knahmean This album right here represents strength Strength in our people understand it Cock suckers can not touch us the block love us We got the ghetto on our back muh'fuckers The best of both worlds We got this locked for two reasons we from the hood plus we promised both our mommas that we would The best of both worlds ohhhhHHH We mastered this don't you know I eat Ether and breathe acid weak bastards We copped and we crash it Then we cop again cause we are classic Let me speak for ya R we Scarface re enacted The Godfather trilogy re casted But it's real like we grievin for Aaliyah with the masses But I hope my boy Dash get to see it when he passes I feel her soul when the Lee passes When the wind blows it's almost like I see her in the Hamptons Even more reason to be up in them mansions Laid back feet up in the hammock I'ma live for ya Big too 'til they put me in the grave I'ma floss 'til they toss me a Bed Stuy parade Til Chi Town make a nigga Mayor for a day In the memory of Joanne Kelly let us pray welcome to the best of both worlds |
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| 2. |
| 3:35 |
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Uh, uhh uhh, Kel's
Young, M, X, tra, money, let's go Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi Where you get your little body-adi-adi Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi I just wanna take you home with me Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi Where you get your little body-adi-adi Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi I just wanna take you home with me She get it from her momma You can't tie a sweater over that ass or hide it in pajamas We lay back, blowin ganja DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV - WHOA I crept up behind her Mami threw it like a quarterback I caught that like Rice I call mami Montana, bandana Tied her hands up - this is gangsta love Threw on a rap CD, we gangsta fucked This ain't R & amp B smooth I ain't a R & amp B dude Poured a glass of Army got mami in the mood Then she stripped for me like the Moulin Rouge I think I might wife her Y'know, powder blue Roc-a-Wear suit white Nike her Add mami to the cypher R.O.C. for life cuz, the gang motherfucker Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi Where you get your little body-adi-adi Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi I just wanna take you home with me Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi Where you get your little body-adi-adi Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi I just wanna take you home with me I make ya hotter than the next bitch - no need for you to ever sweat the next bitch - with speed I make the next bitch see the exit - indeed Gotta know you're ver-ily respected - by me You get the keys to the Lexus - but no drive You get your own 2002, she through ridin Keep yo' ass tighter than Versace That's why you gotta watch yo' friends You gotta watch me, they connivin shit See I just wanna freak your body-adi-adi I know you don't do this for everybody-adi But everybody ain't as horny as me And your body's - callin, me Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi Where you get your little body-adi-adi Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi I just wanna take you home with me Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi Where you get your little body-adi-adi Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi I just wanna take you home with me Mami shot through the pad with the Mark Jacobs bag The thick stitched seam and her favorite ass jeans Y'all know the first date wearers to make objects bigger than they appear like a rearview mirror Oh her shoe game is real She gave 'em the Christian Libountins with the four inch heels But honestly my favorite type of gear is a scrungy for her hair and LaPearla underwear, clear Girl I hear you callin, let's stop stallin Do what we came to do Girl I hear you callin, let's stop stallin Baby I want you, yeah Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi Where you get your little body-adi-adi Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi I just wanna take you home with me Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi Where you get your little body-adi-adi Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi I just wanna take you home with me |
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| 3. |
| 4:09 |
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You and me havin sex
After an argument that shit's the best You and me havin sex After an argument that shit's the best I storm in she storm out It's like the War of the Roses goin on in my house It's a little seperation but I know how to fix the situation Mami just sufferin from love deprevation So I gotta give her thug reperations Put it in the life until love leg is shakin Slow and passionate til we forget what happens Then we laughin and we back friends You don't have to fuss and fight Why don't you just spend the night Baby let's just kiss and hug You know the words girl let's make up So much love to be made Instead of screamin Who's to blame Girl I don't wanna let you go I need you so You and me havin sex After an argument that shit's the best You and me havin sex After an argument that shit's the best believe me when I said I'd be back in a little Cause I had the Chris T on with the crease in the middle Plus a fresh cut and the freezin icicles on my wrist on my hand that's when shit hit the fan Said You never spend timey what's up with that Translated it means Hit it hard from the back Yeah she hid my car keys And forced me to fall a sleep to her heartbeat You don't have to fuss and fight Why don't you just spend the night Baby let's just kiss and hug You know the words girl let's make up So much love to be made Instead of screamin Who's to blame Girl I don't wanna let you go I need you so You and me havin sex After an argument that shit's the best You and me havin sex After an argument that shit's the best I don't want Baby I don't want to fight I just wanna make it right Put our problems to the side Let's just make sweet love tonight I don't want Baby I don't want to fight I just wanna make it right Put our problems to the side Let's just make sweet love tonight Sex so intense all that's on my mind It ain't feel this good since the very first time I'm pullin her close she's pullin away I'm tryin to kiss her mouth but she keeps turnin her face Cute sex game like our very first date We ain't know each other well enough we had to wait But oh I know just where your hot spot at You can not deny that so do not try that You and me havin sex After an argument that shit's the best You and me havin sex After an argument that shit's the best You and me havin sex After an argument that shit's the best You and me havin sex After an argument that shit's the best |
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| 4. |
| 4:24 |
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you never know who your true friends until you ah umm
both got a little bit of money I mean cause y'all both broke then there's no strain on the relationship, y'all both broke And if you got money and he ain't got no paper He still needs you so you'll never know how he really feel about you When y'all both get some paper, you'll see We used to get money together, phone honies together Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever Cause this is business, it ain't personal Same dream, same team, same schemes ) We even sold to the same damn fiends Ain't no rules in this war for this green This is business, and it aint personal Look, I'm a grown man dog And I ain't got time to be runnin behind y'all I know when I first started it was crazy to y'all He's gon' start his own label, he'll never be able Well, nigga you''e been wrong before And you'll be wrong again if you bet against him We move through the hood like identical twins But it just so happen that a nigga made it rappin You showed your true colors, y'all niggaz stay yappin That don't stop him, a nigga weigh platinum Stop through the hood, to say what's happenin? Fake hugz (uh-huh) fake whassup Fake love, fake fuck, fake thugs Gotta one myself for your fake shit, I raise up Hop in my wheels and I peel, streets are blazed up About my bid'ness dog, y'all need to stay up - one We used to get money together, phone honies together Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever Cause this is business, it ain't personal Same dream, same team, same schemes We even sold to the same damn fiends Ain't no rules in this war for this green This is business, and it ain't personal I wish, I wish - that success, we could all get a piece of it (word) but that ain't real dog (no) Cause in these streets it's war, the industry much more But rich or poor, I'ma keep it real my nigga Invest in chips and watch my money hill get bigger And do things like, pull up to some clubs in the skirts with Jigga, and yellin out HEY! What the fuck, pop that Cris' my nigga And then he wants to know how many chips I done sold Well it ain't y'all business what's behind my doors But y'all niggaz don't appreciate shit Helped you out and you still actin like a little bitch Then you wonder why I put yo' ass in the tenth row when you asked me for some tickets to my TP-2 show Lawd tell me, why we don't like to see us grow We used to get money together, phone honies together Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever Cause this is business, it ain't personal Same dream, same team, same schemes We even sold to the same damn fiends Ain't no rules in this war for this green This is business, and it ain't personal Alike (uh-huh) be alike (that's right) We don't vibe no more because we don't C see alike And your mom got it twisted, she think Hov' changed Nope Hov's still here like Rogaine Ask your boy what he did to the Hov' game How he jeapordized the whole game Now when we see each other it's so strange I don't know whether to hug him or slug him I don't know whether to cap him or dap him I don't know what to think of him, I don't know what's happenin But what I do know, all the niggaz that you know locked up doin a few doe, but who knows? Maybe it wasn't you, maybe I'm buggin too But I'm scared dog, I don't know what the fuck to do Do me a favor, place yourself in my shoes The game, no exceptions, gotta follow the rules We used to get money together, phone honies together Pushin chromed out twinkies in custom coach leather You claim it's all love, but nigga it's whatever Cause this is business, it ain't personal Same dream, same team, same schemes We even sold to the same damn fiends Ain't no rules in this war for this green This is business, and it ain't personal |
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| 5. |
| 4:35 |
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Dear God.. how can I explain myself?[J] Oh God bless me indeed When I'm so confused[J] Enlarge my territory[J] Place your love and protection over me at all times Help me![J] Keep me away from evil Somebody answer me! {*echoes*}
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| 6. |
| 2:48 |
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Who da fuck can stop us niggaz, it's gangsta niggaz
It's gangsta! Woo! It's gangsta nigga! All g-g-gangsta nigga, uhh! Green light - go go, go-go-go, go You got the green light to drag your motherfuckin mink (go go, go-go-go, go) Green light Throw your pinkie ring high in the motherfuckin air (Go go, go-go-go, go)Drop your top, c'mon! Now I done told y'all niggaz once before y'all don't know who you fuckin wit Y'all gon' fuck around and make me come up out this music biz This just a record deal, y'all motherfuckers been on some shit Bite my style, tryin to get rich, so I decided to flip my shit (fuckers) Bene-fit me like a tight outfit, like Mr. Biggs' about to have a fit It's, a, bout, to, be, some, shit (please believe it) See vin-dawg, and dre-shal, got a nigga real open y'all I see haters peepin me, lookin hard like a pu-ssy Same fight, different round; same circus, different clown Same pussy, different town; assholes how you like me now? Kel' and Jigga, the best of both niggaz Put two heads together, mean mo' figures (ha) Word to Tigger, put me off up in the Bassment with the rest of the rap niggaz, watch ratings get bigger I'm a pimp of this music, the tracks be my hoes Sisqo, don't make me pick you out like the 'fro Haters left, players right.. green light Go go, go-go-go, go You have the green light to be as pimp as you want to Green light - go go, go-go-go, go Go go, go-go-go, go Green light - go go, go-go-go, go Go go, go-go-go, go Green light - go go, go-go-go, go Oh dis gangsta! Go go, go-go-go, go t's so muh'fuckin gangsta! Psycho, like no, bitch-ass niggaz don't wanna see the R.O.C. so you creep low Shoot from the line like a free throw With this 'nali of mine like a Pi-co Leave niggaz far behind like a cheap hoe On my grind every time that you see Hov' Yeah I got it, come and get it, green light go (go) Red dot I stop ya, yellow niggaz move slow Red dot I got 'em, tell that nigga move slow Head shots pop 'em when I let the uz' go He done told fool.. Dunn think Dunn loc'in when a gun smokin Tell Dunn I been gun-totin He don't know he facin death Hockey mask on Jason's step Don't make me pop past your Raisinette You niggaz cow-ass You bullshit, I pull shit, and keep a full clip Go go, go-go-go, go Green light - go go, go-go-go, go Go go, go-go-go, go Green light - go go, go-go-go, go Go go, go-go-go, go Green light - go go, go-go-go, go Go go, go-go-go, go |
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| 3:08 |
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Baby, what we gon' do?I need you to talk to me, c'mon[R. Kelly]Suddenly, I feel the need - to pull you close to meBut I don't know, if it's what you want, babyGirl show me some kind of signthat tells me that you're, miiiine, all mine, babyIt's gettin awfully warm, off in this roomI'm gettin head up off yo' sweet perfumeand I'm ready, to explore, every part of youGirl I'll take my clothes off first, then now youOoooooooooo-oo-ooo-oo-ooo-oo-ooo-oo-ooo babyBaby.. tonight we'll be, nakedOooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooh, oooooooohI'll take a stroll through your garden of loveand show you so so muchJust take my hand, and believe, in our fu-tureGettin you open like matchin doorsSheets and covers on, the floorAnd if the bell should ring, we won't answerGirl I'll take my clothes off first, and now youWanna tell, what I want from you Baby tonight I wanna see you nakedSo dim the lights Baby tonight I wanna see you nakedI wanna see you tonight Baby tonight I wanna see you nakedOh babe, oh babe, yo' body's the reason for sight Baby tonight I wanna see you nakedOhhh-ohhh, naked
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| 8. |
| 3:20 |
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Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh
shake ya body body move ya body body twist ya body body switch ya body body dip ya body body work ya body body any body body every body body Pub o drank o 'dro plus the Bevo Hands in the air o holla like echo Tone's in the dub with Momo and Pok o Tone be like Kujo I be like Cecil Fists rockin like ADRIIIAN We come through like Superfriends Tick tock tick tock it's six o'clock And the party won't stop bout to hit the IHOP Got twenty inch mirrors rollin under the drop So clap that shit up y'all and make it hot shake ya body body move ya body body twist ya body body switch ya body body dip ya body body work ya body body any body body every body body New York Chicago Atlanta L A Miami crazy like yippie i yae Rude boys in the club smokin on hay Smoke the choker weed Cali and the Bay Real live niggaz put y'all hands up Wanna get tossed drink that liquor Who's got the industry locked Kelly and Jigga Trackmasters turn that shit up shake ya body body move ya body body twist ya body body switch ya body body dip ya body body work ya body body any body body every body body We got honies everywhere Corks off the Cris' poppin everywhere Partyin hard like we just don't care The best of both worlds that shit ain't fair I am Jay Hov' Mami shake ya body body don't hurt nobody hottie It's me in the God body R Kelly the John Gotti of R and B thug and me I would say I'm probably the hardest rapper to ever cop on poppy put it in a song ma how could you go wrong ha ha ha Worse than a armed robbery Know that I'm armed properly whenever the arm's rocky You can go on clockin me ain't nuttin gon' stop me High as Allah I be movin in peace but I move with the piece so them dudes in the streets will never remove my piece got me Niggaz'll never get me I never move sloppy Move with the glock 50 got some Tupac with me Let's not test my gangsta just raise your glasses Mami shake ya asses this is a thug classic make a hole and let the Queen come past I come through in the speedboat with 808's in the glass Push big things here bet most of y'all crash Back to trainin lightweights in the wrong weight class Haters stay awake fuck the Harlem Shake We Slam dance like Onyx check my ebonics You got heat nigga you thinkin we won't blaze Gotta come hard cause these are the last days When I do it I do's it ain't no more to it Ask Ice Cube I puts my back into it From car dealers to Macy's the cashiers embrace me We train like the Navy for that the case maybe I pass on the 6 they don't impress me much I want the bulletproof 7 cause the doors lift up They pick the best of all girls so how y'all sound I got the best of both worlds holdin me down shake ya body body move ya body body twist ya body body switch ya body body dip ya body body work ya body body any body body every body body |
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| 9. |
| 3:40 |
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[J] The sixty second assassin[R] TrackMastahhhhhhhhhs[J] Turn that music up![R] Rocklaaaaaaaaand[R] Hovahhhhhhhhh[J] Woo! Yes, yes[R. Kelly] + (Jay-Z)Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!)Shakin that ass to this (uh-huh)Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!)Drink that glass of Cris' (that's right)Somebody's girl is at this party (uh)Sittin in V.I.P.Somebody's girl (yeah) is at this party (that's right)And she's comin home with me[Jay-Z]Ummmmmm.. I don't mean no harmBut your boy young Hov' got a mean ol' armGot all the young ladies wanna lean on himAnd I don't turn them away, I'm like - bring them onNow - where's her man is not my concernIt's not what I'm worried about, I'm just tryin to hurry her outClear her whole area outAnd bring this whole party little nearer to my houseNow - where's her spouse? I don't knowSo, I don't ask, I don't probeI just - get in 6, get out on Rov'Let her, sip on Cris', go out on toursNow - back at the lab, I'm actin badCause the, pool is warm, a booze is onJust a - select few, the fools are goneIt's slow jams and the grooves is on, groove on[Chorus: R. Kelly]Somebody's girl is at this partyShakin that ass to thisSomebody's girl is at this partyDrink that glass of Cris'Somebody's girl is at this partySittin in V.I.P.Somebody's girl is at this partyAnd she's comin home with me[Jay-Z]Uhh, is it my fault they call me young heat rockHardhead, go through walls like sheet rockAnd she's comin with me, when the beat stopWhen the party is done, I party with honNow - is it my fault you neglect your broadand she wanna party with me, no ex at all?No ex-boyfriend, no ex involvedJust the highway exit that we exit offAnd I - fall back, I let her talkI inquire sometime, I admire her mindI - like her wit, I'm lovin her shoesI'm a alternative rap, I'm playin the bluesI'm a thorough street nigga never breakin the rulesAnd her man's shortcomin is turnin me into somethinthat of which she has never seenSo she wanna crossover where the grass is green, knahmean?[Chorus][Jay-Z]The moral of the story if you love your bitchyou better - hold your hoe, hug your bitchYou better - slow your roll, trick some breadWhen she wanna go out, you like Craig and 'em saidSee ya when I see ya, now she's callin me upAnd I'm like, Geah, of course I wanna chillNow she with the real, and you all fedLike, I'ma crack her motherfuckin fo'head![Chorus]
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| 10. |
| 3:04 |
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[J] Yeah yeah
[R] Damn it's hot [J] Like a muh'fucker [R] Yo Jigga [J] Whassup my nigga? [R] Pop that water [J] Fo'schizzle! {both laughing} [R] Yeah [J] Get'cha mind right, c'mon Uh-uh uh-uh - gettin that money my nigga (woo.. woo.. woo.. woo..) You better call the muh'fuckin cops This is a crime, uh-uh, let's go Keys to the Bentley, off to the club Switchin lanes like what the.. Chick on the cell wanna get with a bruh But y'all know I don't love no.. (never love her) She, say, she, slick I'm, like, baby, please She, say she's got a man but what's that got to do with me? (f'real) Some chicks like low-key Wrists of, zero degrees I'm, toxic off the Belve' Two strippers, in my hotel suite Fee fie and, foe fum-ah Look out now, here I come-ah For you haters, keepin up trauma Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla) You got what I want; I got what you need Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney You got what I want; I got what you need Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney Ace hit the club 'bout five o'clock (woo!) Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go) After that, menage-a-trois And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON) Cause I'm a baller, thought I told ya Blue rocks lightin up my shoulders (bling!) See y'all niggaz know y'all need to grow up Your album ain't out, cause I'm the hold up (ha) Busters wanna hoop with me Wanna run our ways, doin R&B I'll, creep creep, blink blink Cross your ass over, take it from me Fee fie and, foe fum-ah Look out now, here I come-ah Golddiggers, this you gets none of Me and Jigga thugged out on the come up (holla) You got what I want; I got what you need Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney You got what I want; I got what you need Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney Pull up on the block, cran-apple Benz White tank top, cran-apple trim Egg-shaped watch, cran-apple gems Dice hands 'side both of them Two rolls and I leave with a stack Off to the club, G's in in the back V.I.P. nigga beez like that When you gettin that money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney) I spit this for my riders Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers We can't let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney) Young H-O-V-A And the boy R. Kel', you know how we play For that fetti, mayne, we'll let the lead rang You young boyz ain't ready You don't know NANN a nigga to NEAR Jigga to NEAR as well as me and the boy Kel' Yeah it's money, recognize the smell And we up out this bitch, yell You got what I want; I got what you need Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney You got what I want; I got what you need Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney Gettin that money my nigga Ha ha, ha ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha I gotta laugh at this shit (get.. this.. money) Gettin this money my nigga Yeah, ohh oh ohh oh Oh it's too late to get scared niggaz (get.. this.. mo-ney) It's way too late now.. .. gettin this money my nigga (get.. this.. mo-ney) You got what I want; I got what you need Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney You got what I want; I got what you need Let's put it together; get, this, mo-ney [J] Gettin that money my nigga |
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| 4:10 |
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So I told shorty I be producing, I be making those beats
Be making those hits, ya know So I told her my name, My name is Tone She said "Town!!" You know like she never heard of me, ya know So I said okay you may know me by my other name Sometimes they call me TRACK-MAS-STER We see you Tone Tone the referee We see you, baby C'mon Shorty That nigga Hov Holla Yall niggas don't understand Uh-uh, they dont understand Flow for'em No lemme sing for em Just sing for'em Check It Mr. Kell Its like this, some of yall niggas got, legs for lips Running ya mouth mad cuz I, pop that Cris Go up in 3-10, and cop that six Then roll around with yo chiiick Some of yall niggas mad cuz I drop these hits Thug ass nigga, on some, R&B Shit Now that shit done fucked around and, made me rich And, For those of you who don't like it, yall can suck my "Uhhhh!!" Leadin honies to my suite like I'm, the pied piper Have they ass, hittin high notes, like they Mariah Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire She be like "Wooooooo", and I be like "Wooooooo" When her tides got high, fuck it I'ma Don Runnin late for the studio, fuck it I'm bout to come Dress cold at club fuck it Air Force I's Said I wouldn't mention Sisqo, fuck he's a bum Ally boom, buaya, Hit you with the right hook You be like, what the fuck was that Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo Nigga yall best shit can't even fuck with our demo's Shorty From New York on to L.A. (Shorty) Chi-Town we freak the night away (Shorty) Miami all the pretty girls (Shorty) We know chicks all around the world (Shorty) From New York on to L.A. (Shorty) Chi-Town we freak the night away (Shorty) Miami all the pretty girls (Shorty) We know chicks all around the world (Shorty) Shorty, what yo name is? Shorty, who yo man is? C'mon and make moves with a dude who move cane Like a old man, you know who game this is, Young Hov Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday Back to L.A. This ain't rap, this is real, I could trick a half a mill' In three hours ma the streets will be ours (Wooooooo) Shorty, I got something for you, Wouldn't give a chick a dime before but now I wanna spoil you Shorty, The trips to the gucc shop, getcha cooch hot How bout I do a helipads on the roof top Shorty, Ya hella rad, your my rock star Shorty Heres my number shit, you don't gotta to call me Shorty From New York on to L.A. (Shorty) Chi-Town we freak the night away (Shorty) Miami all the pretty girls (Shorty) We know chicks all around the world (Shorty) From New York on to L.A. (Shorty) Chi-Town we freak the night away (Shorty) Miami all the pretty girls (Shorty) We know chicks all around the world (Shorty) I'm chillin in my 4.6, at the light 5 o'clock in the morning, been drinking all night And, Plus I'm high, but it aint over 4 slim bodies scooped me in a wide body rover Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa For all you R&B so called playas, I'm bout to coach ya Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha Tounge all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her Its The Best Of Both Worlds, stickin ya in the "uhhhhhh!!" Put ya hands up like it's money in the air We bout to rip these charts like Zorro Blade So hot your gonna need a cold glass of lemonade To all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spades In a nice crib, word up, drinking the Maid On the rizel my nizel, that nigga Jigga is the dizel R. Kizel in the hotel swizel's chicks on the knizel's Shorty From New York on to L.A. (Shorty) Chi-Town we freak the night away (Shorty) Miami all the pretty girls (Shorty) We know chicks all around the world (Shorty) From New York on to L.A. (Shorty) Chi-Town we freak the night away (Shorty) Miami all the pretty girls (Shorty) We know chicks all around the world |
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| 4:02 |
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[Intro: Jay-Z]Uh, its the boy Jay-Z, and the boy R. KelThe best of both worlds, please believe itBrookland, Chi-Town, to all the beautiful ladies in the worldDedicated to TT my niece, everybody in the world, talk to 'em Kel(R. Kelly: It's the best, of both worlds) That's rightTone this is mean and vicious man, so mean and viciousRockland, Roc-A-Fella, the best of both worlds, come on[Verse 1: Jay-Z]Lord forgive me I'm ballin out of controlGot the spirit of a hustler pourin out of my soulMami I love you but ain't no stoppin my strollIf you wanna be down with me, you gotta rooolllLike a roll and if my side of the bed gets coldYou gotta know that I'm out chasin dooooughI'm ain't stuntin these hoes, stuntin my growthIf I fuck 'em I'm fleein them, I need somethin to holdThen I'm home to youI might roam like a cellular phone, but I never leave you alone ISolemnly swear, I was married to the block before I met youIt's still a part of me there but ISolemnly swear, I try but it's in my bloodPumpin yay, since I was yay highI'm in love with the lifeSo accept me for the bastard that I amYou're still in love with me right?[Chorus 2X: R. Kelly]Baby I can't figure it outYo' kiss is just like honeyBut I can't stop huggin' the blockAll night tryna get this money[Interlude: R. Kelly]Stuck between these two worldsWhat I'm gon' do with both these girlsTwo main squeezes in separate citiesBoth found out - man, shit ain't prettyStuck between these two worldsWhat I'm gon' do with both these girlsHard to choose between her and these streetsCause the game keeps calling me[Verse 2: Jay-Z]Baby girl had me off my grind, off my clockI would often find I was off my blockCouldn't keep her off my mind, my balls were shotThey never thought that a pause or stopWas in my pores to push rock rawTake a lost rebound like Bo Outlaw, I'm so outlawGot a hunger for this game, but keep that on the lowLike a one against the grain, got the sun against my brainA girl in my ear, I like her for herI'm addicted to this shit, I like it like I like herSometimes I can't figure it outI'm in love with the life but she's sticking it outShe know wanna hug kisses keep a nigga in the houseLocked down while his niggas is out (out)[Chorus][Interlude][Chorus][Interlude] {*fades out*}
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