A Woman's Threat ; Feelin' On Yo Booty
R. Kelly
Artiest
Titel A-kant
A Woman's Threat
Lengte A-kant
04'49
Componist(en) A-kant
Robert Kelly
Producer(s) A-kant
Robert Kelly
Titel B-kant
Feelin' On Yo Booty (Album Version)
Lengte B-kant
04'05
Componist(en) B-kant
Robert Kelly
Producer(s) B-kant
Robert Kelly
Platenlabel
Jive
Hoogste positie UK
- / -
Hoogste positie US
115 / 36
Album
TP-2.Com
Tipparade
Songtekst
Songtekst A Woman's Threat
My time, my patience, my love
My blood, my sweat, my tears
My burdens, my drama, my pain
My car, my money, my home
My ups, my downs, my fears
And my hours, my work, my strength
My fault, my this, my that
Nigga please
If you don't stop
(This is a warning)
Someone's gonna lay in your bed
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna eat your food
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna wear your clothes
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna fit your shoes
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna get your keys
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna open your doors
(This is a warning)
Someone's gonna get your check
(This is a warning)
This is a woman's threat
Baby, this is a woman's threat
My shakin', my sleep, my stress
My days, my night, my rest
My do's, my don'ts, my dares
And my church, my pastor, my prayers
My all, my faith, my powers
And my kitchen, my sink, my towels
My joy, my sad, my hate
And my sister, my cousin, my friends
My lights, my gas, my bills
My role, my way, my will
My hollerin', my fussin', my fights
Nigga please
If you don't stop
(This is a warning)
Someone's gonna lay in your bed
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna eat your food
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna wear your clothes
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna fit your shoes
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna get your keys
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna open your doors
(This is a warning)
Someone's gonna get your check
(This is a warning)
This is a woman's threat
Baby
My future, my hopes, my dreams
My panties, my socks, my things
My flowers, my dress, my ring
My man, my lover, my king
My live, my chance, my fault
And my guts, my courage, my wounds
My fence, my neighbors, my yard
My chains, my lock, my guards
My win, my lose, my gain
And my credit, my card, my name
Myself, my freedom, my roof
Nigga please
If you don't stop
(This is a warning)
Someone's gonna lay in your bed
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna eat your food
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna wear your clothes
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna fit your shoes
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna get your keys
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna open your doors
(This is a warning)
Someone's gonna get your check
(This is a warning)
This is a woman's threat
Baby, this is a woman's threat
Listen
(Whoa, whoa...)
Have you ever heard the story
About the three little bears
See they papa was gone
For a long, long, long, long time
When he returned
To his sweet little home
He had come to find
That all of his porridge was gone
If you don't stop
(This is a warning)
Someone's gonna lay in your bed
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna eat your food
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna wear your clothes
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna fit your shoes
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna get your keys
(This is a warning)
And someone's gonna open your doors
(This is a warning)
Someone's gonna get your check
(This is a warning)
This is a woman's threat
Songtekst Feelin' On Yo Booty
This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's making me feel it out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your booty
Hey pretty mama how you doing?
Said I'm just in town for the weekend
Looking for a little trouble to get into
Baby tell me what you're drinking
And I got you, ooh
Playas wanna play
Ballers wanna ball
Rollers wanna roll
But I'm taking off after I dance, oh yeah
This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's making me feel it out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your boot
This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's making me feel it out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your boot
Now you're body's got me feelin' like spending
With a backroom I could come to live in
And your hair weave looking kind of pretty
The way you back it up on me baby
God have mercy
Playas wanna play
Ballers wanna ball
Rollers wanna roll
But I'm taking off after I dance, yeah
This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's making me feel it out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your boot
This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's making me feel it out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your boot
If it's your birthday
Then put your hands up
You wanna get drunk
Then put your hands up
And if you got some cash
Then put your hands up
Have your own job
Put your hands up
Playas wanna play
Ballers wanna ball
Rollers wanna roll
Feel so good, say it again
Playas wanna play
Ballers wanna ball
Rollers wanna roll
But I'm taking off after I dance, oh yeah
This is my song for real, no doubt
Said the DJ's making me feel it out
As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I'm feelin' on your boot
(R. Kelly harmonizes "booty" during the vamp)
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