JAY-Z, R. Kelly - She's Coming Home With Me lyrics
[JAY-Z, R. Kelly - She's Coming Home With Me lyrics]
Fellas, a few tips, when you're in the club
You must watch your girl
Because she may end up with me
TrackMasters (uhh turn the music up)
Rock Land hova (woo! yess, yess)
Now somebody's girl is in my mansion
Shakin that ass to this
And somebody's girl is in my hot tub
Drinkin that glass of Crist'
And somebody's girl is in my bedroom
And man she's a superfreak
And somebody's girl is leavin my crib
Now on to the next booty
Ummmmm, I don't mean no harm
But your boy got the magic stick
The Don Juan
Bishop, chicks'll disappear in thin air
Like mist or some shit like this I swear
I take handcuffs off missus
I pick locks wicked
I catch your eye 'cause my tick-tock's frigid
My necklace glisten, all reckless chicks is
Eyeballin', yeah
And I caught 'em like perfect pitches
Call me Mike Piazza
Once I get 'em in, my fly casa
It's hot tubs, heated pools and no rules
Call your old dude and tell him he old news
Tell that fella you feel like Cinderella
With both shoes and it's almost two
Fuck a storybook endin', we bendin' the rules
This is somebody's girl part two, ooh
Uhh, let me at it
Somebody's girl is sittin in my lap
Whisper two words and we both break out
My Maybach seats is just as big as a couch
Not the same girl now that
The mic's at your mouth
Oh that's gettin nasty, let's get naughty
Rollin around like a fo'-wheel after party
We stop at a red light
There go your girls an' 'em
Now we got the green light
Driver follow them (let's go)
You're rotatin' with a guy that spend
Money like the world spin 'round
First guy to ever put the singin rap down
Say the name Kells and
These chicks spellbound
Because these chicks know I put
The 12 Play down
I gotta have it, I just can't stop limpin'
Maybe because I just can't stop pimpin'
No matter what I do, I can't stop leanin'
When the fresh Prada's on and
The sun is shinin' girls it's your boyfriend
With that remix that keeps you clubbin'
This collabo crack got you fiendin
The industry kings and the rest is dreamin'
The moral of the tale, if you love your tail
Treat her well
Keep her 'way from Hov' and Kel'
Because we can't stop pimpin
We put it on her 'til she can't stop limpin
She'll be a goner
You can play tough guy in the corner
I smooth her out in the sauna
Yeah, I blew it out in the Bahamas, yeah
Your lil' mama got her Stella on
We got it on like a telethon
Mr roc-A-Fella, gone
You must watch your girl
Because she may end up with me
TrackMasters (uhh turn the music up)
Rock Land hova (woo! yess, yess)
Now somebody's girl is in my mansion
Shakin that ass to this
And somebody's girl is in my hot tub
Drinkin that glass of Crist'
And somebody's girl is in my bedroom
And man she's a superfreak
And somebody's girl is leavin my crib
Now on to the next booty
Ummmmm, I don't mean no harm
But your boy got the magic stick
The Don Juan
Bishop, chicks'll disappear in thin air
Like mist or some shit like this I swear
I take handcuffs off missus
I pick locks wicked
I catch your eye 'cause my tick-tock's frigid
My necklace glisten, all reckless chicks is
Eyeballin', yeah
And I caught 'em like perfect pitches
Call me Mike Piazza
Once I get 'em in, my fly casa
It's hot tubs, heated pools and no rules
Call your old dude and tell him he old news
Tell that fella you feel like Cinderella
With both shoes and it's almost two
Fuck a storybook endin', we bendin' the rules
This is somebody's girl part two, ooh
Uhh, let me at it
Somebody's girl is sittin in my lap
Whisper two words and we both break out
My Maybach seats is just as big as a couch
Not the same girl now that
The mic's at your mouth
Oh that's gettin nasty, let's get naughty
Rollin around like a fo'-wheel after party
We stop at a red light
There go your girls an' 'em
Now we got the green light
Driver follow them (let's go)
You're rotatin' with a guy that spend
Money like the world spin 'round
First guy to ever put the singin rap down
Say the name Kells and
These chicks spellbound
Because these chicks know I put
The 12 Play down
I gotta have it, I just can't stop limpin'
Maybe because I just can't stop pimpin'
No matter what I do, I can't stop leanin'
When the fresh Prada's on and
The sun is shinin' girls it's your boyfriend
With that remix that keeps you clubbin'
This collabo crack got you fiendin
The industry kings and the rest is dreamin'
The moral of the tale, if you love your tail
Treat her well
Keep her 'way from Hov' and Kel'
Because we can't stop pimpin
We put it on her 'til she can't stop limpin
She'll be a goner
You can play tough guy in the corner
I smooth her out in the sauna
Yeah, I blew it out in the Bahamas, yeah
Your lil' mama got her Stella on
We got it on like a telethon
Mr roc-A-Fella, gone