JAY-Z, R. Kelly, Memphis Bleek - We Got Em Goin’ lyrics

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

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'all know, still mo' money mo' problems
Mo' niggas, 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

Ho ohh, ohh oh
We got everybody up in the club, hands high
Goin ho ohh, ohh oh we got players, ballers
Hustlers in they back goin ho ohh, ohh oh
We got all of the pretty
Girls left in the city goin ho ohh, ohh oh
We got 'em goin, we got 'em goin

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'

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 you chumps on top
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)


From New York to Chi, we blow like hy-dro
Blow out live shows without py-ro
See how I combined the IO flow
Tone'll rep, Memph Bleek, Kels and Hov'

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