[Jay-Z]
Uh, uhh uhh, Kel's
Young, M, X, tra, money, let's go

[Chorus 2X: R. Kelly + (Girl)]
Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi (do you like it?)
Where you get your little body-adi-adi (do you want it?)
Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi (what you want it?)
I just wanna take you home with me

[Jay-Z]
She get it from her momma..
You can't tie a sweater over that ass, it hotter than pajamas
We lay back, blowin ganja
DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV - WHOA
I crept up behind her
Tarot lyrics


TarotTHE SMELL OF SEX IS TAKING ME OVERAROMA AMOURYOU'RE THE PERPETRAITOR...LOVE ME FAST...LOVE ME HARD...SHUFFLE THE CARDS...IN YOUR BACKYARDI'M THE MARQUIS DE SADEWITH THE TAROT CARDPAY NO REGARDPLAY YOUR BEST 
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&B smooth, I ain't a R&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

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]
I make ya hotter than the next bitch - no need
for you to 
Drive On The Young Side Of Life lyrics

Your mother she protected you
And softened every blow
And brought you up to fear the worst
To be careful as you go

And the learned educators
With drip-feed (thrifty?) facts to fill
You up to here with reason
Well-meaning overkil
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...

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Uhh, yeah
Mami shot through t
I'll Never Be lyrics

everybody's lookin' at me
thought i saw my face on mtv
or a magazine that she won't read,
stole her heart, but it's not my
fault, lookin' at
my picture she forgot about her
boyfriend, yea.

i'll never be...a rock and roll starhe 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?

[R. Kelly]
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

[Chorus]