R. Kelly

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)