Tekst :
Baby played me like a YoYo
All this time is was she mackin me
YoYo! YoYo!
Random! UOMO!
YoYo! YoYo!
My Girl said she gonna to chill tonight
That s cool because I worked up an appetite
Called up my boys and said let s get together
The time couldn t be any better
Let s hit the club and do whatever
Stepped in, straight to the VIP
All good, All the honeys were up on me
But then, I looked across the room
Saw my girl working her groove
Dancing with some other dude
All of this time, She s been playing with my mind
And now I know, What you reap is what you sow
[CHORUS]
I thought I knew what I was doing
Didn t stop to think but it was just so plain to see
That she played me like a YoYo
All this time it was she mackin me
I thought I was on top of my game
Everything was running smooth, It felt so easy
I thought I played her like a YoYo
But all this time it was she mackin me
She said, pick me up at 8 o clock
Drove up, Damn she was looking hot
Took her, to this spot that I knew in town
Where no one would be around, and where we could get down
All good, spending all of this crazy dough
Thinking, She would go were I want to go
Next thing, she started to give the eye
Smiling at this other guy, that s when she said bye bye
All of this time, She s been playing with my mind
And now I know, What you reap is what you sow
[CHORUS]
I thought I had her spinning like a YoYo
On top of my game, doing all the things I wanted to
I thought I had her spinning like a YoYo
But all this time it was she mackin me
But all this time it was she mackin me
[CHORUS]
Tekst :
INTRO
R.Kelly:
Ladies and gentlemen, you are listening to the sounds of swiss beats. We got cassidy in here. Kels! We in our throwbacks. This is for the ladies, we got room keys.
CHORUS
(R.kelly)
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I m feelin the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you cuz you s a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me.
Cuz we re having an after party, checkin out 6 in the mornin
Cassidy:
I m staying in the hotel, not the motel or the holi-day inn.
If that girl don t participate,well then I ma take her friend.
Well if, mami is with it then, mami can give it then, mami a rider, Im a, slide up beside her.
I got a suite, you can creep on through, I know you tryin to get your freak on too, I ll do it all for that, yeah I ball for that, hit the mall for that, keep it fly for them, keep my eye on them, hot tub for them, pop bub for them, I got love for ma, yeeah!
CHORUS
(R.kelly)
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I m feelin the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you cuz you s a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me.
Cuz we re having an after party, checkin out 6 in the mornin
Cassidy:
We re the new Car-tel, R.Kel with the kid Cass-idy. Girl if you man start actin up, ask for him or ask for me. Cuz see, we could go get it crackin, but you know what ll happen, we be under the covers, makin love to each other. I got a double bed, one s to sleep on, other one s to get my freak on, it s all for them. Yeah I ball for that, hit the mall for that, keep it fly for them, keep my eye on them, hot tub for them, pop bub for them, I got love for ma, yeeah!
CHORUS
(R.kelly)
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I m feelin the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you cuz you s a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me.
Cuz we re having an after party, checkin out 6 in the mornin
Cassidy:
We goin Chi-town steppin out, to the club lettin out, and we gon sex it out, til we all checkin out. I got my chicks I ma bring to the tele, we bout to do the damn thing, sing to em Kelly.
R.Kelly:
It s alright(it s alright)
If you wanna come with me, and fulfill your fantasy, baby in my hotel suite. But it s ok, if you wanna party night til day, I will do anything you say. Just come to my hotel.
CHORUS
(R.kelly)
Girl you wanna come to my hotel, baby I will leave you my room key.
I m feelin the way you carry yourself girl.
And I wanna get with you cuz you s a cutie.
So if you wanna come to my hotel, all you gotta do is holler at me.
Cuz we re having an after party, checkin out 6 in the mornin
Call out:
You ve just heard, a classic, featuring the one and only, Kels, Cassidy, Swiss beats the monster(yes i am) Full service the label, Rock*** the family, Ruff ryders the family. This one s for the ladies y all. the baby, believe it! Get your hands up! It s over.
Tekst :
[Intro - Swizz Beatz]
Aooow! banger, let s go
(Swizz, man) Styles P
(Oh, y all ain t know) Cassidy
Full Surface, listen it s a rap for y all, whooo!
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, aoow!
[Verse 1 - Cassidy]
Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade
The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg
Nigga I m sicker then full-blown AIDS
And my block got more rocks, then the Stone Age
You been afraid, you sweet like homemade
Lemonade, if it s beef, then the chrome blaze
You could make the newspaper, get ya own page
And make the news too, you know how my dudes do
We wear masks so you can t tell, who s who
And for the cash, we ll blast at you dudes too
Wit the lead pipe, so get ya head right
I m in the Benz, rims, spin at the red light
I m comin for cash, gun in the dash
And I m on 21 and a half s (for real cannon)
I got my gat, I ain t walkin without it
And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga
[Chorus - Cassidy] + (Swizz Beatz)
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It s whatever motherfuckas, I ain t scared)
(It s whatever motherfuckas, I ain t scared)
So a - POP that cannon, POP that cannon
POP that cannon, POP that cannon
(It s whatever motherfuckas, I ain t scared)
(It s whatever motherfuckas, I ain t scared)
[Verse 2 - Styles P.]
Niggaz is fly now, and everybody livin a lie now
But shit feel different wit a gun in ya eyebrow
No fuckin wit the Holiday Styles kid
Blow wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid
Like Cosby in the hood, I knock the jelatin out shit
Organs on the floor of the van
Cause you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas, that you more of a man
Y all wanna fly like Mike... motherfuckas
So they won t find you, or your Jordans again
Take a boss to be ordered the men, give them a call
If you don t have my money, in 24 hours
Then the cocksucka won t see his daughter again
It s like the movie that you seen, I m the star of the screen
I got a roll for you to play... stand here
And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today
Holiday Styles, killin 20 soldiers in a day, what
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Cassidy]
Ayo I use to pitch nicks, now I spit rhymes
I ma get mine, legit, or the quick grind
Shit my whole clique commit crimes
Did time, been on the strip and grip nines
But I swear to you motherfuckas
I got my gun right here, I ain t scared of you motherfuckas
I m a hustler, plus a check cutter
I stretch butter, in {???} X, now that s gutter
I came for war, you know what them thangs is for
Slug make ya blood stain the floor
It ain t a game no more, niggaz gon respect me
I grip gats, that kick back like Jet Li
So don t test me, or the boy S.P
Cause I ain t tryna get no fuckin blood, on my fresh tee
You don t impress me, STOP that cannon
Cause you could get ROCKED, when I POP that cannon
[Chorus]