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R. Kelly
Get Dirty
Lyrics

(feat. Chamillionaire)


This is for my niggas, bi*ches, playas, pimps
When they keep it in the street, we gon' keep it in the streets (x2)

[Chorus]
Hey hey (hey hey), I'm hollyhood (I'm hollyhood)
I'm on patrone in the club, feelin' good (I'm feelin' good)
Hey hey (hey hey), I'm so high (so high)
And the DJ got the club so live (so live)
Hands up! (hands up!)
Now let em bounce (let em bounce)
2 steppin lil mama, work it out (we gon work it out now)

It goes down (goes down), now get dirty (get dirty)
It goes down (goes down), now get dirty (get dirty)

[R. Kelly]
Roll up on them wheels again
Hop up out that whip again
Fuckin wit them chicks again
In the club, Kells on the scene again
Order me some rounds again
Man I'm bout to clown again
I'm about to see them strippers comin down the poles again
Niggas in the club gettin out of control again
Man they bout to come and shut this whole bi*ch down again
Take it to my crib, that's whats up
The after party, that's whats up
Straight to the mornin, that's whats up
Now get the f*ck out, that's whats up
Stuntin, I don't give a f*ck
Take my chain, hold it up
Bounce it like a real playa
Pimp all in my cup
Man I'm in the club and I'm lookin for a main chick
Someone like a brain chick
Someone I can stand chick

[Chorus]

[Chamillionaire]
Yeah, ladies tell me I'm too cute
And that translates that I'm too rich
They wanna spend the night at the crib
So they hit the club with 2 fifths
We always be in VIP
And each playa got 2 chicks
They look at us like we live here
They look at yall like who's this?
We ain't trippin up out the media
Send one of our platinum plaques
Matter of fact, you can send a pic of our middle fingers attached to that
All eyes (all eyes) on me (on me)
Cause I'm the playa all the haters wanna be (wanna be) (Chamillitary, yeah)

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]
Purple phantom, dip low
Blowin' out that purple smoke
Open up that closet door
Fresh shoes, fresh clothes
Private jets, takin trips
Ballin man, spinnin chips
Give that girl a gold medal
The way she out there turnin flips
Bend it over, that's whats up
Now shake it nasty, that's whats up
Girl here's my number, that's whats up
Gimme that, that's whats up
Man you know we pimpin
Man you know we sippin
Man you know we got them chicks in the pool skinny dippin (Kell)

[Chorus]