We got em goin'
par R Kelly
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(feat. Memphis Bleek)
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´all know, still mo´ money mo´ problems
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
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
[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 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)
[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]
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´all know, still mo´ money mo´ problems
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
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
[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 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)
[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]