Текст песни R. KELLY - Stop
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Текст песни R. KELLY - Stop
(feat. Foxy Brown)[Intro: Tone (R. Kelly)]Yo, Duro, tell Rob to hurry up back in the booth, manWe got the Track jointYo, this Tone the referee, while I got your attentionI gotta we set out to bring you the best possible heat( )For your two step, me, Jigga and KellsYou know, so y'all just enjoy, aightYo, Rob you there? (Yeah) Your mic sound nice (uh-huh uh-huh)You first to blow (yeah) Ight, you ready to blow (uh-huh)Aight, let's go[Chorus: R. Kelly]Hold up, wait a minute, stopJigga, I'm about to put the shit downHold up, wait a minute, stopI'm about to, make these niggaz get downHold up, wait a minute, stopGuaranteed, these niggaz gonna feel usHold up, wait a minute, stopTone and Poke, blow the motherfuckin' speakers[R. Kelly]Grab a bottle, get two modelsThugs at Apollo's, niggaz wanna followI'm about to show you, how wild it getsThat nigga Hov', is the craziestStop at the club, bout a quarter to sixWith a bottle in my hand, yellin' "Bitch, I'm rich"Hey, y'all niggaz see me, I can't believe itYou startin' to sound like, you don't want itTony's on the drop, blue and yellow rocksHe keep yellin', stop, Sisqo's album floppedWhat you wanna do, if you drinkin', I'm hangin' out with youFive, four, three, two, oneHang on y'all, let's have some fun[Chorus][Jay-Z]It's Young... uh, mack alone, I'm back in the zoneI'm out they way, still these rappers won't leave me aloneI can give a fuck what these rappers sayin' bout meThat just let's me know, they can't go a day without meScared of me succeading, that's the reason you doubt meCuz if you ain't believe me, you wouldn't be thinkin' bout meSorta how like you, never crossed my mindUntil you crossed the line, stop...Then I gotta come accross a rhymeTo let the world know you come across a mimeI do so much sauce with lines, with someone who saws my climbFrom Marcy to party, where you soakin' up blue ninePrude, am I, got a du-lema, I'm a dude from the hoodWho loves jewels, who am I?You where placed in the same shoes, size 10/5With a sick view, of the place you grew, dude, can ILive, what I did, for this whole rap circusI open up more doors for y'all fuckers than car serviceYa'll nervous, I ain't back yetI'm on extended vaca', I ain't unpack yet, stop worrying[R. Kelly]Five, four, three, two, oneHang on y'all, let's have some fun[Chorus][Foxy Brown]Shit, she back with the nigga inf dotUh-oh, somebody better tell this broadI'm a nine year veteran, I'm back with my breathrenI sware to god, it feel like '96 againBitches snatchin' bags, see, they fuckin' with my shit againWe bout to let them hammers popIn the 'Stuy, dudes, callin', you a problem, Fox'I got the automore pierre watchButterscotch, GT, good toe on, three eight cockYa'll ain't see this much love since they cried for 'PacSince Big passed, or since Jay passed the RocI'm in a clearport, full length mink in a G4Fuck I'm lookin' like rhyming for a hundred g's, for?No, I don't talk to media guysI don't chatter with the best, ain't no question whose the bestShawn and Kelly, Fox, best of both worlds, I see y'allAiyo, Kel, nigga, holler at your peoples[R. Kelly]Five, four, three, two, oneHang on y'all, let's have some fun[Chorus]