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PERFORMING ARTISTS
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Performer
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Composer
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Composer
Samuel Barnes
Samuel Barnes
Composer
Jean-Claude Oliver
Jean-Claude Oliver
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R. Kelly
R. Kelly
Producer
Poke & Tone
Poke & Tone
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Mister Kell
It's like this, some of y'all **** got legs for lips (Uh huh)
Running ya mouth mad 'cause I pop that Cris
Go up in three, ten  and cop that six
Then roll around with yo chick
Some of y'all **** mad 'cause I drop these hits
Thug ass **** on some R&B shit
Now that shit done fucked around and made me rich
And for those who don't like it, y'all can suck my uh
These honey's to my suite like I'm the Pied Piper
Body ass hittin' high notes like they Mariah
Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire
She be like woo, and I be like woo
When her tides got high, fuck it, I'm a Don
Runnin' late for the studio, fuck it, I'm 'bout to cum
Dress cold at the club, fuck it, Air Force 1's
Said I wouldn't mention Sisqó, fuck it, he's a bum
Ali boom bay yay , hit you with the right hook
You be like, what the fuck was that?
Me and Jigga, we are like the industry's popo
**** y'all best shit can't even fuck with our demos
[Verse 2]
Shorty
From New York on to LA
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world
Shorty
From New York on to LA
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
It's best of both worlds baby
We know chicks all around the world
[Verse 3]
Shorty, what yo name is?
Shorty, who yo man is?
C'mon and make moves with a dude who move cane
Like a old man, you know who game this is, Young Hov
Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll
I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday
Back to LA
This ain't rap, this is real, I could trick a half a mil
In three hours ma the streets will be ours
Shorty, I got something for you
Wouldn't give a chick a dime before
But now I wanna spoil you
Shorty, the trips to the gucc' shop get your cooch hot
How 'bout I do a helipads on the roof top
Shorty, ya hella rag, your my rock star, shorty
Here's my number shit, you ain't gotta call me
[Verse 4]
Shorty
From New York on to LA
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world
Shorty
From New York on to LA
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world
[Verse 5]
I'm chillin' in my four point six  at the light
5:00 in the morning, been drinking all night
And, plus I'm high, but it ain't over
Four slim bodies scooped me in a wide body rover
Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa
For all of you R&B so called playas, I'm 'bout to coach ya
Sit right there, and watch me freak ya girls' chocha
Tongue all down her throat as if a **** was trying to choke her
It's the best of both worlds, stickin' ya in the uh
Put ya hands up like it's money in the air
We 'bout to rip these charts like Zorro Blade
So hot you're gonna need a cold glass of lemonade
To all my real life **** that shoot dice and play spades
In a nice crib, word up, juking the maid
On the rizel my nizel, that **** Jigga is the dizel
R. Kizzel in the hotel swizzles chicks on the mizzles
[Verse 6]
Shorty
From New York on to LA
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world
Shorty
From New York on to LA
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world
Written by: Jean-Claude Oliver, Robert Sylvester Kelly, Samuel Barnes, Shawn Carter
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