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The Isley Brothers - Busted ft. JS (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Background Vocals
Donnie Lyle
Donnie Lyle
Guitar
Abel Garibaldi
Abel Garibaldi
Programming
Jason Mlodzinkski
Jason Mlodzinkski
Programming
Kandy Johnson
Kandy Johnson
Vocals
Kim Johnson
Kim Johnson
Vocals
Ronald Isley
Ronald Isley
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Producer
Ian Mereness
Ian Mereness
Recording Engineer
Abel Garibaldi
Abel Garibaldi
Recording Engineer
Andy Gallas
Andy Gallas
Recording Engineer
Jason Mlodzinkski
Jason Mlodzinkski
Recording Engineer
Steve Bearsley
Steve Bearsley
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nathan Wheeler
Nathan Wheeler
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Mm-hmm, yeah
Bring your ass on in here
I got something for you
[Verse 1]
Busted, it's 2 o' damn clock in the morning, where you been?
Baby, ain't you get my 2-way? I was with my girlfriend
You a lie, I called Keisha and Tanya, and they were both at home
But I didn't say them though
Well, they're the only friends I know, girl, you better
Wait before you get all upset, here's the truth (Talk to me
I was with my girl when she got some bad news (And?)
Her man cheated, had her upset and confused
But baby, what's that got to do with you coming in at 2?
I'm telling you, now she was so upset, she asked me to stay with her
Well, why didn't your ass just pick up the phone and call me?
I was gonna do that but it slipped my mind, I'm sorry
But I'm telling you the truth
Yeah, well, I got something for you
[PreChorus]
Tell me, what's her name? (Sharon)
Where does she live? (Umm)
Her man's name? (Billy)
She got kids? (I think one or two)
She got kids? (Baby, yes, no)
That's one thing I got to know
How the hell is she your friend
If you don't know if she got kids?
[Chorus]
Go upstairs (Busted)
Pack your bags ('Cause you busted)
While you at it (Busted)
Call a cab ('Cause you busted)
It's obvious (Busted)
You played around ('Cause you busted)
Go upstairs and get your ****
And get the **** up out of here now
[Verse 2]
Frank, please here me out
Ain't nothing to talk about
I can explain everything
Right now, I want you out this house
Baby, please, one more chance, let me tell you where I've been
Well, quit wasting my time and say what's on your mind
Fine, me and some girlfriends (Mm-hmm)
We went dancing (Who?)
Me, Shaniqua, Shaquan, and Robin
Well, if y'all were going shopping, why didn't you just check in?
I was, but then I thought my cellular was off
Now earlier, you said dancing (Hmm, yeah)
But when I just asked, you said shopping (Hmm, uh)
Tell me which one you were doing?
Oh, baby, I must be confused
Yeah, right, you real confused
[PreChorus]
Tell me where you been? (Dancing)
Dancing where? (Umm)
The name of the club? (Kisses)
What time it end? (I think one or two)
What time it end? (Three, four)
Here's one thing I got to know
At first, you say dancing
But now, you say shopping
[Chorus]
Go upstairs (Busted)
Pack your bags ('Cause you busted)
While you at it (Busted)
Call a cab ('Cause you busted)
It's obvious (Busted)
You played around ('Cause you busted)
Go upstairs and get your ****
And get the **** up out of here now
[Bridge]
Baby, I'm a victim of circumstances (Oh, ooh)
Why you don't believe me, I don't understand it
Tryna slick a can of oil, who you think you fooling?
Now get on out my face (Baby)
'Fore I catch another case (Wait)
[Chorus]
Go upstairs (Busted)
Pack your bags ('Cause you busted)
But I don't wanna
While you at it (Busted)
Call a cab ('Cause you busted)
A cab for what?
It's obvious (Busted)
You playin' around ('Cause you busted)
No, I'm not
Go upstairs and get your **** (No)
And get the **** up out of here now
[Outro]
No, innocent, innocent, innocent, I'm innocent
No, you're guilty, you're guilty, you're guilty, you're guilty
Oh, now wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute (Ow!)
Go upstairs and get your shit
And get the **** up out of here now
Tell me, where am I supposed to go from here?
Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn
Written by: R. Kelly
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