R. Kelly lyrics
R. Kelly lyrics
"We Got Em Goin' lyrics"
At The End Of The Rainbow lyrics
As long as I remember We've marched across this land Oh, oh... Reached for a new horizon Pulled by the killing hand Oh, oh... All fed up with lies The Time has come To Break these chains and fly Here we stand, bound forever more We're out of this world, until the end Here we are, mighty, glorious At The
(feat. Memphis Bleek)As long as I remember We've marched across this land Oh, oh... Reached for a new horizon Pulled by the killing hand Oh, oh... All fed up with lies The Time has come To Break these chains and fly Here we stand, bound forever more We're out of this world, until the end Here we are, mighty, glorious At The
Uh, uhh, uh
Uh, ah, now Hov's in the building, Hov's in the building
Uh, uhh, uh
Kels in the building, Kels in the building
Uh, uhh, that's right
Hov's in the building, Hov's in the building
Uh what? Ho, ho
Yo Kels in the building, Kels in the building
[R. Kelly]
I'm in the building tonight, it's goin down my nigga
Got a pocket full of cash and some 'dro my nigga
Attitude like I don't give a fuck my nigga
Probably the drunkest fool on the flo' my nigga
One of the best that ever did this here, every year
It's the #1 R&B singer this year
But y'
Mr Johnson And The Juice Crew lyrics
by Scatterbrain from the recording titled 'Here Comes Trouble' Here is a tribute to my best friend, Hung with me since the beginning And he'll be there to the end. Talkin' Mr. Johnson and the Juice Crew. I love Mr. Johnson and the Juice Crew too, And all the girls that meet him, they love him too. 'Ca
all know, still mo' money mo' problemsby Scatterbrain from the recording titled 'Here Comes Trouble' Here is a tribute to my best friend, Hung with me since the beginning And he'll be there to the end. Talkin' Mr. Johnson and the Juice Crew. I love Mr. Johnson and the Juice Crew too, And all the girls that meet him, they love him too. 'Ca
Mo' niggaz, mo' chicks, mo' clubs, Mo' bottles
One little note in your ear, and I gotcha
Ladies call me the black Frank Sinatra
Yeah a real pimp floss and the pimp be blingin
It's just the same reason why a young pimp be leanin
Hard liquor, couple sips, and I'm passin it
Maybach so big you can dance in it
Jigga lil' nigga fuckin with the baddest chicks
Got your girl lookin at you like the maddest chick
We goin
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
ho-ohh, ohh-oh
We got everybody up in the club, hands high
goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh
We got players, ballers, hustlers and they back
Well, it took a little time But I guess you finally learned That promises get broken And bridges do get burned You've been siftin' through the ashes Just tryin' to find a flame Holdin' on to nothin' You're a victim of the game You were standin' way too close To see it all fall apart <
We got all of the pretty girls left in the city
goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh
We got 'em goin, we got 'em goin
[Jay-Z]
Yo yeah it's the boy Hov', yeah I blow O's
Circles around competition, not an Optimo
To sit low, in a six-oh, oh
Solo, on lo-lo's, fuck po'-po's
Take a pho-to, last time you see a nigga so cold
So be-low zero, so froze
So-so rappers are so sore, hate his soul
It ain't my fault I'm so rock'n'roll
I'm just Hov'
[Chorus]
[Memphis Bleek]
Geah, it's the kid from the Stuy, and I stay high
In my A-O-L-A blowin lah lah lah
Goodbye, I see
Flowers On The Wall lyrics
Well, now, I been hearin' you're concerned about my happiness But all a' that thought you're a-givin' me is conscience, I guess If I was walkin' in your shoes I wouldn't worry none So you and your friends don't worry 'bout me, I'm havin' lots of fun [Chorus] Countin' flowers on the wall That don't b
you chumps on topWell, now, I been hearin' you're concerned about my happiness But all a' that thought you're a-givin' me is conscience, I guess If I was walkin' in your shoes I wouldn't worry none So you and your friends don't worry 'bout me, I'm havin' lots of fun [Chorus] Countin' flowers on the wall That don't b
Or on the highway in somethin that ends with I
Like I, 745, I
Or the F-E-double-R-the-A-R-I
AR-15 to spray y'all guys
You die (you die) goodbye (goodbye)
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
From New York to Chi, we blow like hy-dro
Blow out live shows without py-ro
See how I combined the I-O flow
Tone'll rep, Memph Bleek, Kels and Hov'
[Jay and Bleek alternate words]
Bottles, models, follow, to the hotter
way we play like it's no day tomorrow
Spendin my dough like I just hit the lotto
Bounce, park and stop shall not wake I'm straight safe
[Chorus]