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[Chorus - R. Kelly] Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin We got chicks in swimsuits modelin We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low The way the wrist shine it's so magical You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!) Nigga what ya heard it's Kells and Hov With the second comin of Best Of Both In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin? [Verse 1 - Jay-Z] (R. Kelly) Big chips! Big trips to Vegas nigga Big cribs and the whips is spacious (Uh huh) Any day they could dig your grave Shit, So Big is my inspiration, dig No reward that's the risk is taken In which case you niggaz wouldn't wanna switch places I on the other hand relish the situation Thank the Lord for the gift, I'm gracious I went overboard, look at this big bracelet I overhauled it you wouldn't recognize it From the time that I bought it I just replaced it I risk cases for shit like this, nigga I pray for some shit like this Word to my Uncle Ray, who gave us life for some shit like this Ma you rollin I'm as real as it gets [Chorus - R. Kelly] [Verse 2 - R. Kelly] Big chips! I can't take this The way you move your ass slow like Matrix You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas Before I toss chips first, get naked I can't fake it, girl you got the club shut down when you freak it Superstar honey, so mean and vicious Got a lot and comin, I'm so mean and vicious Bark bark farmer, this chicken layin platinum ex-farmer (preach!) So go low mama, give it a go As I punch 170 on stretch roads, must turn up the radio! Girl you so good I'm swervin like whoa! whoa! Uh oh! Uh uh oh! from the club to the stretch Out the stretch to the Hotel, into the hotel suite! [Chorus - R. Kelly] [Verse 3 - Jay-Z] Big chips! I'm a boss I said Tilt my hat and I cross my legs Like old ladies at the park, I toss my bread And the pigeons start flockin, ballin like Bishop (?) And stick Cochran on any DA, to try to stop him So any gunplay that is an option I been doin this since niggaz was woppin Rockin Izods with the matchin socks, and Slap boxin in the back park and when the girls start watchin Try to get real, you had to drop 'em See I ain't never been a fronter Or fake it till I make it tight nigga ma I don't want ya number Either you're comin or I one ya Either you know what you want ma, I don't even want ya You play pretty if you wanna [Chorus - R. Kelly] [Bridge - R. Kelly] All around the world, stop where the sun sets Spendin big chips you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!) You wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!) Say we goin around the world, stop where the sun sets Spendin big chips you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!) Do you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!) [Outro - R. Kelly] Uh, come on, Tone, I see ya, Jigga, Kells, uh, yeah, Track Masters What's really good, we in the islands chillin in the shade and shit you know Blue waters, yellow sand, uh Either I'm high or, I think I just saw a dolphin |
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| 4:01 |
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| 4. |
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Fellas, a few tips, when you're in the club You must watch your girl, because she may end up with meTrackMasters (uhh... turn the music up) Rock Land Hova (woo! yess, yess) Now somebody's girl is in my mansion Shakin that ass to this And somebody's girl is in my hot tub Drinkin that glass of Crist' And somebody's girl is in my bedroom And man she's a superfreak And somebody's girl is leavin my crib Now on to the next bootyUmmmmmmmmm, I don't mean no harm But your boy got the magic stick, the Don Juan Bishop, chicks'll dissapear in thin air like mist or some shit like this I swear I take handcuffs off misses, I pick locks wicked I catch your eye cause my tick-tock's frigid My necklace glisten, all reckless chicks is eyeballin, yeah, and I caught 'em like perfect pitches Call me Mike Piazza Once I get 'em in, my fly casa It's hot tubs, heated pools and no rules Call your old dude and tell him he old news Tell that fella you feel like Cinderella With both shoes and it's almost two Fk a storybook endin, we bendin the rules This is somebody's girl part two, now move Uhh, let me at it Somebody's girl is sittin in my lap Whisper two words and we both break out My Maybach seats is just as big as a couch Not the same girl now that the mic's at your mouth Oh that's gettin nasty, let's get naughty Rollin around like a fo'-wheel afterparty We stop at a red light, there go your girls an' 'em Now we got the green light, driver follow them (let's go) You're rotatin with a guy that spend money like the world spin 'round First guy to ever put the singin rap down Say the name Kels and these chicks spellbound Because these chicks know I put the "12Play" down I gotta have it, I just can't stop limpin Maybe because I just can't stop pimpin No matter what I do, I can't stop leanin When the fresh Prada's on and the sun is shinin Girls it's your boyfriend With that remix that keeps you clubbin Dis collabo' crack got you fiendin The industry kings and the rest is dreaminThe moral of the tale, if you love your tail Treat her well, keep her 'way from Hov' and Kel' Because we can't stop pimpin We put it on her 'til she can't stop limpin She'll be a goner, you can play tough guy on the corner I smoothe her out in the sauna Yeah, I blew it out in the Bahamas, yeah Your lil' mama got a stellar arm We got it on like a telethon Mr. Roc-A-Fella, gone |
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| 3:43 |
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[Jay-Z] Everything ain't hardcore you know I can't sing but my man I'ma let my man smooth that thang out for you You know, take the edge off, you know what I'm sayin'? [R. Kelly] All my sexy ladies throw ya hands 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 radio I'm feelin' you in stereo Put me in your cd player I'm gonna hit it nice and slow Baby I'm your hot mix bumpin' in your cherry Lex Checkin' out your widescreen while your hands up on the headrest [Verse 1: R. Kelly] I'm, in the studio thinkin' about my next hit song Tryin' to come up with a melody that will turn you on On the MPC3000 tryin' to come up with beats That'll make come on over here and lay down here with me I'm searchin' for that special mind blowin' melody And it's gotta be sexy so I'll think it through carefully It's like I'm tryin' to tune it, to ya station babe Try to get you to play, this record babe Every time I hear this track girl I think about me and you In the Maybach doin' what we do [Chorus] [Verse 2: R. Kelly] Um, now I know a few friends of mine that has made love to this record So when you're in the mood call the station, request this record She walks in the room, says "'Ly I can't breathe" As I try to catch my breath and proceed Lookin' at yo' sexy smile, while I put my vocals down Girl you have made this song a hit in each and every town You a sexy melody with a touch of freakin' harmony Such a perfect chemistry Girl we deserve a Grammy, or Soul Train Billboard, MTV or BET award Rollin' like we on a tour Ooh the way you put it down girl I can't take it Sex was so good girl we've got to do the remix 멌ause girl you a mix master When it comes to pumpin' you such a ghetto blaster It's such a hit that I gotta bootleg it, yeah [Chorus] [Verse 3: Jay-Z] A melody is the chemistry, the way we click It's like four part harmony and all that shit Your waistline is the bassline, I ride that shit Strung off your treble and I'm high as shit We made love in the studio when we got together over and over again like a loop Damn I'm missin' you, it's hard to listen to all these different dudes, huggin' and kissin' you, fuck! [Chorus] [R. Kelly] Yeah, I'm feelin' you in stereo Aw yeah, aw yeah, yeah |
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| 4:23 |
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| 4:09 |
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| 3:35 |
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Excuse me miss don't mean to interrupt But you're the hottest chick in this club The way you shake your ass to this beat It's like your booty got dancin feet I wanna take you home in my Hummer Jeep All over me while you ridin the beep beep I just really wanna taste your ice cream It's the weekend baby I got the monkey's Go on girl the way you do me This is somethin like a fantasy You're that girl from the magazine BET or MTV So baby let me take you to my ecstasy Pull up to the club on them 23's Girl you've got that shit in your hip that make me wanna spend money Pretty girls I'm talkin to the ones that came alone Pretty girls The single ones we wanna take you home Pretty girls you make me wanna shout Whether you tall like Lisa Leslie Or short like the barrel on that baby 380 Pretty lady I got a ride to fit yo' frame From the Coupe to the big Mercedes ass quick as miss that back these groundhogs stay with the cash And the black card don't got no max Fall back blow on some Merikesh hash With more Manolos than Sarah Jess' had How you gon' go back to dudes with little sacks Little kiddie chromes in they itty bitty homes Fuckin up your lungs puffin that homegrown You should be with us cuttin in Hong Kong Straight shots of Catron or Dom Perignon Guys your girls say Shawn very long So if you ain't afraid of catchin a love jones Get with Coach Dean Smith bitch get in the zone c'mon Pretty girls I'm talkin to the ones that came alone Pretty girls The single ones we wanna take you home Pretty girls you make me wanna shout Tell me what you're drinkin at the bar ma I'm gonna buy ma anybody tell you youse a star ma You remind me of my car ma no ignition I start the Coupe up from the kitchen My pretty girls get plenty attention When it come to sex get plenty of inches We shop like we all broke detention Club like we at a alcoholic's convention Hit the 'tel with two chicks and she with it Mama got down like the flo' when she did it Pretty girls keep shakin ass now mama This party is not over Pretty girls I'm talkin to the ones that came alone Pretty girls The single ones we wanna take you home Pretty girls you make me wanna shout Let's go What's your name what city you represent ma Where the hands on all the pretty girls ma For the players and the hustlers in the club now And all my niggaz that be sippin pimp juice now Pretty girls I'm talkin to the ones that came alone Pretty girls The single ones we wanna take you home Pretty girls Let's go |
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| 4:31 |
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Make up, and break up
That's all we do Then we have sex, next thing you know Everything is cool Best of Both Worlds! Holla at your boy Like we always do about this time Uh-huh, yeah I know what you doin' ma Tryin to get in an argument with me so I can Do my mad thing, you want me to do my mad thing I understand, c'mon! [Chorus] Seems we're always arguing, but Right after the arguing we have, sex And somehow it's the best, yes Seems we're always arguing, but Right after the arguing we have, sex And somehow it's the best girl Gangsta love, gangsta love Think about it while the streets you roam It's Dom P and Army in the fridge when you get home Sex is always better fresh off a vendetta We break up or break you off then we right back together Then this brand new leathers and Caroline Aurera Marijuana, white wine, somewhere under the weather Like we sick but we fine, shit we couldn't feel better Just some sunshine in mind lookin fine as ever Who got a mouth on her, woo, she put some words together Sometimes'll make a nigga wanna leave, but when we make up [Chorus] Woo! Boy talk boy! Break up to make up baby Seems that's all we do darlin' But no one wants to walk out the door After all of the holla'n Cursing and fighting And me sleeping on the couch In the midst of our stormy weather Sex brings the sun out After I hit that there Seems we don't have a care Sex makes you say I'm sorry And things like I'm not goin' nowhere It's somethin' bout the P-U-S-S-Y That keeps brother in check, even I Even if you was a pimp you couldn't survive Without the H-E-L-P to provide you [Chorus] Think about it while the streets you roam It's Dom P and Army in the fridge when you get home Remember that night? You was all like Maybe we should go our separate ways for life I hit the lights fit you tight at the lil' place right I hit it right you look me right in the eyes like psych You was goin' through your act 'til I caught you in the sack And I made you relax when I (hit it hard from the back) Yeah now we back friends And the next time you need some sex counselin', we [Chorus] Seems we're always arguing, but Right after the arguing we have, sex Sex with best friends From the bathroom to the kitchen (we sex) From the kitchen to living room (we sex) From the living room to upstairs (we sex) Upstairs to the attic (we sex) Attic to the basement (we sex) From the basement to the car garage (we sex) Garage to the back of the Jeep (we sex) Bicycle to the treadmill (we sex) Even over by the dirty lawnmower (we sex) The neighbors and the dogs are lookin crazy (we sex) I don't care because you're my baby (we sex) It's our house, and we can have sex (we sex) Anytime we want to (we sex) They can kiss my ass, because whoa-ho-hoo Hey L Don you feel me? Yeah yeah yeah I feel you You and Jay crazy man, but it's all good Let's go La-la-la-la-lah-la-la La-la-la-la-lah-la-la - sex La-la-la-la-lah-la-la La-la-la-la-lah-la-la - sex |
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