And This for my n***az, bitches, playas, pimps When they keep it in the street, we keep it in the streets And This for my n***az, bitches, playas...
And This for my n***az, bitches, playas, pimps When they keep it in the street, we keep it in the streets And This for my n***az, bitches, playas, pimps When they keep it in the street, we keep it in the streets [Chorus] Hey hey (Hey, hey), I'm hollyhood (Hollyhood) I'm on patrone in the club feelin' good (Feelin' good y'all) Hey, hey (Hey, hey), I'm so high (So high) And the DJ got the club so loud (So loud) Hands Up (Hands Up) Now let 'em bounce (Let 'em bounce) Two steppin' lil' mama work it out (Work it out) Go down (Go down) Now get dirty (Get dirty) Go down (Go down) Now get dirty (Get dirty) [R. Kelly] Roll up on dem wheels again Hop up out the whip again F**kin' wit them chicks again In the club Kellz on the scene again Order me some rounds again Man I'm 'bout to clown again I'm about to see them strippers go down the poles again N***as in the club gettin' out of control again Man they 'bout to come shut this whole bitch down again Take it to my crib (That's whats up) The after party (That's whats up) Straight to the mornin' (That's whats up) Now get the f**k out (That's whats up) Stuntin' I don't give a f**k Take my chain hold it up Bounce it like a real playa Pimp all in my cup Man I'm in the club looking and for a main chick Someone like a brain chick Someone I can stand chick [Chorus] [Chamillionaire] Yea, ladies tell me I'm too cute And thats translates that I'm too rich They wanna spend the night at the crib So they hit the club with two bigs We always be in VIP And each playa got two chicks They look at up like we live here They look at you like who's this We ain't trippin' up out the media Send one of our platinum plaques Matter fact You can send Picture of our middle fingers attached to that All eyes (All eyes) on me (On me, all eyes on me) 'Cause I'm the playa all the hatas wanna be (Wanna be) Chamillitary, yeah [Chorus] [R. Kelly] Purple phantom, dip low Blowin' out that purple smoke Open up that closet door Fresh shoes, fresh clothes Private jets Takin' trips Ballin' man Spinning chips Give that girl a gold medal The way she out there turning flips Bend it over (That's whats up) Now shake it nasty (That's whats up) Girl heres my number (That's whats up) Gimme that (That's whats up) Man you know we pimpin' Man you know we sippin' Man you know we got them chicks in the pool skinny dippin' Kellz [Chorus]
writers: KELLY, ROBERT S. / SERIKI, HAKEEM T. / VYNNYTSKY, SLAV / JOSEPH, MARC
copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
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