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One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine Aaliyah's in the house so check, check, check Check, check, check it out One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine Aaliyah's in the house so check, check, check it out The time has finally come to save my beats With the funky hip hop swing Oh check it No holding back, now is the time to get busy So take me to the bridge I work hard for mine, spending all my time To give you what you need (come on, come on, come on) So if you're down with this funky flavor, throw your hands up And if you got the fever for Aaliyah, throw your hands up And if you down with blackground, throw your hands up And if you got soul, let me see your hands up If you got bass in your Jeep, throw your hands up If you're not down with the crack, throw your hands up And if you think you're hyper enough to swing it, throw your hands up And if you're down with the second chapter throw your hands up Straight from the streets is where I'm coming from With the touch of jazz in me, check it (uh, yeah, come on) Takin' no shots when it comes down to shows I got to wreck it so take me to the bridge I work hard for mine spending all my time To give you what you need (where you at, where you at) So if you're down with the PA, let me see your hands up And if your head's bobbin' to the track, throw your hands up And if you got loot in your pockets, throw your hands up And if you not foul, let me see your hands up And if you are protected and you know it, throw your hands up And if R Kelly's record's sharp, let me see your hands up And if your body swingin' to the track, throw your hands up And if you want some more of the flavor, throw your hands up Oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah Oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah Oh-oh-oh, yeah, yeah Yo Aaliyah, bust a freestyle This is for the Jeeps Strictly for the Jeeps This is for the Jeeps This is for the Jeeps Strictly for the Jeeps This is for the Jeeps So if you're down with the funky flavor, throw your hands up And if you got the fever for Aaliyah, throw your hands up And if you down with blackground, throw your hands up And if you got soul, let me see your hands up And if you got bass in your Jeep, throw your hands up If you're not down with the crack, throw your hands up And if you think you're hyper enough to swing it, throw your hands up And if you're down with the second chapter, throw your hands up So if you're down with the PA, let me see your hands up And if your head's bobbin' to the track, throw your hands up And if you got loot in your pockets, throw your hands up And if you not foul, let me see your hands up And if you are protected and you know it, throw your hands up And if R Kelly's record's sharp, let me see your hands up And if your body swingin' to the track, throw your hands up And if you want some more of the flavor, throw your hands up So if you're down with the funky flavor, throw your hands up And if you got the fever for Aaliyah, throw your hands up And if you down with blackground, throw your hands up And if you got soul, let me see your hands up And if you got bass in your Jeep, throw your hands up If you're not down with the crack, throw your hands up
Writer(s): Robert S. Kelly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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