[R. Kelly] I pull up, whip low in the Phantom With the wheels spinnin' Ladies like That's that shit I'm in the back of the club Blowin' trees Hands up, head bobbin' like That's that shit In the spot where the girls go wild Dancing video style I'm like That's that shit Snoop Dizzle (Hey) Your boy Kells (Hey) Let me hear you say That's that shit
[Snoop dogg] Let's get this party jumpin' Me and Kel gone get it bumpin' They humpin' Like when it's over We gone all get into somethin' The Dog is fresh Southside without a vest Nothin on my chest But these ladies up out the Midwest I must confess That in the Chi is so blessed Leaving nothing on my mind But Doggy, you and safe sex This ain't a test You fucking with a cold mess Meet me in Chicago Let me get you to this real west It's real strong Real fat and real long Doggies in the building Holdin' something they can feel up on And once they get it Something they can build up on Take that skinny nigga home Work that filling till it's gone Get that home grown Put that shit on Daddy long I know how you ladies do it T-shirt with no panties on Let's get this shit crackin' Kell and Doggy Dogg in action If you in here all alone You might get this dog bone
[R. Kelly] I pull up, whip low in the Phantom With the wheels spinnin' Ladies like That's that shit I'm in the back of the club Blowin' trees Hands up, head bobbin' like That's that shit In the spot where the girls go wild Dancing video style I'm like That's that shit Snoop Dizzle (Hey) Your boy Kells (Hey) Let me hear you say That's that shit
[Snoop Dogg] Dip low, Six-Four Hundred spokes and chronic smoke All these ladies on the floor Cuz they know what we in here for Dogg and Kelly came to ball Get your ass up off the wall Let that middle wiggle Now make that shit fall Not just one, but all y'all Move it like you want it all Let me see you bounce it for me Work that shit for Doggy Dogg You gots to do it Is that your crew Bring 'em too Come here let me take you through it Then once Kelly get into it We can get this after party Poppin' everybody Got themselves another body Knockin' out Without protection though That's my confession But at the spot If you just think Your gonna listen You can drop it like it's hot Hold up I came to cool out Lay back and get blown Maybe Henny, maybe gin A couple shots of Patron And if you didn't you missed it But now it's known That this cash shit Kells sing that song
[R. Kelly] I pull up, whip low in the Phantom With the wheels spinnin' Ladies like That's that shit I'm in the back of the club Blowin' trees Hands up, head bobbin' like That's that shit In the spot where the girls go wild Dancing video style I'm like That's that shit Snoop Dizzle (Hey) Your boy Kells (Hey) Let me hear you say That's that shit
So if you think you got the bomb shit (Holla at a playa)X3 And if you lookin' for some good sex (Holla at a playa)X3 Girl if you ever in the 3-1-2 (Holla at a playa)X3 And if you're ever in the 2-1-3 (Holla at a playa)X3
Chorus X2 I pull up, whip low in the Phantom With the wheels spinnin' Ladies like That's that shit I'm in the back of the club Blowin' trees Hands up, head bobbin' like That's that shit In the spot where the girls go wild Dancing video style I'm like That's that shit Snoop Dizzle (Hey) Your boy Kells (Hey) Let me hear you say That's that shit
por: Nikolas Nepomuceno
Compositores: Nile Gregory Rodgers (Nile Rodgers), Tracy Lynn Curry, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Dominick J Lamb, Robert Kelly ECAD: Obra #2130308 Fonograma #2080137