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(feat. Fat Joe) [Woman speaking spanish] [Adlibs - Fat Joe & R. Kelly:] What? Keep going baby! [woman continue speaking spanish] [Adlibs - Fat Joe:] Whoo! Whoo! Terror Squad! Uh, uh-huh Rockland! Joe Crack, the R [verse 1 - R. Kelly:] Sitting at the bar with mama Shorty tryin to bring da drama But she cannot phase a playa Cuz this pimp is a moneymaker Meetings from Shawtown to LA Yo I came to get down at this party I got my eyes on Keesha and Shante' Rolling it like this track was raggae [pre - hook:] I roll thru the hottest club! With about a hundred thugs! Get about a thousand bucks SongtexteFor chicks who wanna roll on dubs [chorus - R. Kelly:] Yo, whose that in the jeep (some mami's) Whose that off up in the truck (my n***az) Yo what ya'll doin' tonight (we thuggin') Yo what's off up in that cup (some liquior) Well, I'm rollin' with ya'll (we'll let's go) Shorty where's the alcohol (right here) Now lemme hit that pace (for shizzle) Shorty can we make our day [verse 2 - R. Kelly:] Here, take a brodda to a pool party Right off up at Miami! Ten g's for the best bikini Looking for the biggest booty She got the crowd goin crazy Cuz this track here is so amazing Yo we with a little (whoo!) life lookin hazy Still you R&B cats can't phase me [chorus - R. Kelly w/Fat Joe adlibs in background:] Yo, whose that in the jeep (some mami's) Whose that off up in the truck (my n***az) Yo what ya'll doin' tonight (we thuggin') Yo what's off up in that cup (some liquior) Well, I'm rollin' with ya'll (we'll let's go) Shorty where's the alcohol (right here) Now lemme hit that pace (for shizzle) Shorty can we make our day [break - R.Kelly:] Yo, yo, yo, yo I'm driving a fast car, jump to the third lane Mami in passenger, spilling the champagne We stop at a red light, she driving me insane Yo we fiending like the **** was **** Stop playin girl the way ya shake a fatty back So sexy the way you telling daddy that Turn that a** around and lemme patty that Got me saying man I'm tryna marry that [Rap - Fat Joe:] Oh no! They did it again (who?!) Rob and Joe they slip with ten (what?) Damuses, wamuses, big Bahamas's All kind of missis Don't matter ya ma misses What's love got to do with ****in' there Everyday a new group of chicks there We headed to the islands, the games is life Where the fame is Shorty almost died when we came there Girl I know you diggin the ditty dop This my world come thru The whole city stop Looks like ice but actually it's really not Damos, blandes, no lies around me 5000 thou we low on the time piece In the south bronx where you can find me Never mind me That's is how we ball I'm rollin with yall Now tell me shorty where's the alcohol [chorus - R. Kelly w/Fat Joe adlibs in background:] Yo, whose that in the jeep (some mami's) Whose that off up in the truck (my n***az) Yo what ya'll doin' tonight (we thuggin') Yo what's off up in that cup (some liquior) Well, I'm rollin' with ya'll (we'll let's go) Shorty where's the alcohol (right here) Now lemme hit that pace (for shizzle) Shorty can we make our day [outro - Fat Joe:] C'mon! Make em bounce baby! Uh, yeah! Uh (Keep goin baby!) That junk funky sticky, whoo-whee! Hahhahhhahaah Uh! The R Joe Crack the don Aus Songtexte Mania