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  • Nah, look man enough is enough man
    Y'all need to leave me alone, on the real
    I mean can't y'all see I love y'all, damn
    I mean no matter what y'all say or try to do to me, I'm gonna love you anyway
    You know what I'm saying, what y'all need to do let me go on do this music, you know what I'm saying
    I mean, what a gotta do, what I gotta do? Give y'all all my money, all my cars, my houses, my clothes, what?
    I don't owe you nothing man Go get a God damn job dawg, ****, leave me alone get a job
    You don't owe me nothing, I owe you nothing, you know what I'm saying
    I am just trying to give y'all this music, make y'all feel good, you know what I'm saying
    That's all I'm trying to do. Let me do that, let the R do that, will ya?
    Mmm...
    [Chorus:]
    *** in the kitchen *****,(whoo! Yeah)
    Over by the stove (ho!)
    (Yeah, from the kitchen to the bathroom babe (uh)
    From upstairs to the basement babe) (Kels!)
    Put you on the counter (ho! Yeah)
    By the buttered rolls (ho!)
    (Yeah, now we hoppin' in the GT coup'
    Goin' to the club, doin' what we do) (remix!)
    Hands on the table (ho! Yeah)
    On your tippy toes (ho!)
    (Yeah, hey it's the weekend y'all (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    So bounce real slow to this remix y'all)
    Said the sign outside the door say the restaurant is closed
    And we'll be cuttin' up tomatoes (whoo, yeah)
    Fruits and vegetables and potatoes (yeah)
    [Verse 1:]
    Let's get together like a cookout baby
    You bring the beer and I'ma bump some 'Sadie'
    Hook up some of that chicken baby
    And oh yeah, and don't forget the rice and gravy
    It's about to be a party at my crib
    Got Hennessee, juice and Belvedere
    Got chicks in swimsuits up in here
    No po, no haters, no tricks in here
    Hey y'all, whassup, whassup
    Got bounce juice in my cup
    Mama makin' [ass] jump up
    Sh**t she don't get no ****
    Ain't gotta worry 'bout complainin' ass neighbours
    'Cause your boy is sittin' on some acres
    Dip low in the SLR (whoo!)
    Come and take a ride in my super car
    Scattered linen when you rollin' with a player
    Shoppin' sprees when you rollin' with a player
    At that bar when you rollin' with a player
    Big chips when you rollin' with a player
    The party's almost over
    So baby tell me what you gon' do
    Open that door, put them out
    Close that door, me and you
    [Chorus:]
    *** in the kitchen (whoo! Yeah)
    Over by the stove (ho!)
    (Yeah, from the kitchen to the bathroom babe (uh)
    >From upstairs to the basement babe) (Kels!)
    Put you on the counter (ho! Yeah)
    By the buttered rolls (ho!)
    (Yeah, now we hoppin' in the GT coup'
    Goin' to the club, doin' what we do) (remix!)
    Hands on the table (ho! Yeah)
    On your tippy toes (ho!)
    (Yeah, hey it's the weekend y'all (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    So bounce real slow to this remix y'all)
    Said the sign outside the door say the restaurant is closed
    And we'll be cuttin' up tomatoes (whoo, yeah)
    Fruits and vegetables and potatoes (yeah)
    [Verse 2:]
    Got the whirl pool bubblin' up
    Got two fine chicks tryna double 'em up (uh)
    Got top so I'm shakin' it up (uh)
    When it come to the [#%&@] I just can't get enough (oh!)
    This party looks like a club
    You see in my eyes and I'm buzzed
    I've been drinkin' twenty four hours
    So ****** up you know a ***** need a shower
    I pull up in the wide body (ho)
    You know a ***** know somebody (ho)
    And e'rbody in here know me (ho)
    And somebody knows somebody (ho)
    Look at my wrists ain't I so damn freeze? (Yo)
    Look at my clothes ain't I so damn clean? (Yo)
    Look at the bar ain't I so damn sheen? (Yo)
    Look at my style I am so damn me (oh)
    I got a song out doin' good
    ***** goin' platinum 'cause I kept it hood
    I hear the crowd over here goin' (ho!)
    I hear the crowd over there goin' (ho!)
    That's why I get to show 'em this life
    Turned it out and now I'm ready to fly
    And now I'm on my way to the after party
    'Til six in the mornin' I'ma be naughty
    Put this CD in your Jeep (put this CD in your Jeep)
    Play it 'til it cracks the CD
    Some of y'all be doubtin' me (hey, hey, hey, hey)
    But I can do this in my sleep
    [Chorus:]
    *** in the kitchen (whoo! Yeah)
    Over by the stove (ho!)
    (Yeah, from the kitchen to the bathroom babe (uh)
    >From upstairs to the basement babe) (Kels!)
    Put you on the counter (ho! Yeah)
    By the buttered rolls (ho!)
    (Yeah, now we hoppin' in the GT coup'
    Goin' to the club, doin' what we do) (remix!)
    Hands on the table (ho! Yeah)
    On your tippy toes (ho!)
    (Yeah, hey it's the weekend y'all (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    So bounce real slow to this remix y'all)
    Said the sign outside the door say the restaurant is closed
    And we'll be cuttin' up tomatoes (whoo, yeah)
    Fruits and vegetables and potatoes (yeah)
    [Bridge:]
    Here we are, in this kitchen, kitchen
    ***in' each other from feet to head
    Now, some folks may raise the question
    "Why can't they just get a bed?"
    Yeah, there ain't nothin' wrong
    With us in the kitchen gettin' it on, no
    Girl, it's like five hundred degrees and here we are
    By the cabinet do's, by the stove
    Hot buttered rolls on your tippy-toes
    [Chorus:] [2x]
    *** in the kitchen (whoo! Yeah)
    Over by the stove (ho!)
    (Yeah, from the kitchen to the bathroom babe (uh)
    >From upstairs to the basement babe) (Kels!)
    Put you on the counter (ho! Yeah)
    By the buttered rolls (ho!)
    (Yeah, now we hoppin' in the GT coup'
    Goin' to the club, doin' what we do) (remix!)
    Hands on the table (ho! Yeah)
    On your tippy toes (ho!)
    (Yeah, hey it's the weekend y'all (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    So bounce real slow to this remix y'all)
    Said the sign outside the door say the restaurant is closed
    And we'll be cuttin' up tomatoes (whoo, yeah)
    Fruits and vegetables and potatoes (yeah)
    [Fade Out]
  • Nah, look man enough is enough man
    Y'all need to leave me alone, on the real
    I mean can't y'all see I love y'all, damn
    I mean no matter what y'all say or try to do to me, I'm gonna love you anyway
    You know what I'm saying, what y'all need to do let me go on do this music, you know what I'm saying
    I mean, what a gotta do, what I gotta do? Give y'all all my money, all my cars, my houses, my clothes, what?
    I don't owe you nothing man Go get a God damn job dawg, ****, leave me alone get a job
    You don't owe me nothing, I owe you nothing, you know what I'm saying
    I am just trying to give y'all this music, make y'all feel good, you know what I'm saying
    That's all I'm trying to do. Let me do that, let the R do that, will ya?
    Mmm...
    [Chorus:]
    *** in the kitchen *****,(whoo! Yeah)
    Over by the stove (ho!)
    (Yeah, from the kitchen to the bathroom babe (uh)
    From upstairs to the basement babe) (Kels!)
    Put you on the counter (ho! Yeah)
    By the buttered rolls (ho!)
    (Yeah, now we hoppin' in the GT coup'
    Goin' to the club, doin' what we do) (remix!)
    Hands on the table (ho! Yeah)
    On your tippy toes (ho!)
    (Yeah, hey it's the weekend y'all (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    So bounce real slow to this remix y'all)
    Said the sign outside the door say the restaurant is closed
    And we'll be cuttin' up tomatoes (whoo, yeah)
    Fruits and vegetables and potatoes (yeah)
    [Verse 1:]
    Let's get together like a cookout baby
    You bring the beer and I'ma bump some 'Sadie'
    Hook up some of that chicken baby
    And oh yeah, and don't forget the rice and gravy
    It's about to be a party at my crib
    Got Hennessee, juice and Belvedere
    Got chicks in swimsuits up in here
    No po, no haters, no tricks in here
    Hey y'all, whassup, whassup
    Got bounce juice in my cup
    Mama makin' [ass] jump up
    Sh**t she don't get no ****
    Ain't gotta worry 'bout complainin' ass neighbours
    'Cause your boy is sittin' on some acres
    Dip low in the SLR (whoo!)
    Come and take a ride in my super car
    Scattered linen when you rollin' with a player
    Shoppin' sprees when you rollin' with a player
    At that bar when you rollin' with a player
    Big chips when you rollin' with a player
    The party's almost over
    So baby tell me what you gon' do
    Open that door, put them out
    Close that door, me and you
    [Chorus:]
    *** in the kitchen (whoo! Yeah)
    Over by the stove (ho!)
    (Yeah, from the kitchen to the bathroom babe (uh)
    >From upstairs to the basement babe) (Kels!)
    Put you on the counter (ho! Yeah)
    By the buttered rolls (ho!)
    (Yeah, now we hoppin' in the GT coup'
    Goin' to the club, doin' what we do) (remix!)
    Hands on the table (ho! Yeah)
    On your tippy toes (ho!)
    (Yeah, hey it's the weekend y'all (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    So bounce real slow to this remix y'all)
    Said the sign outside the door say the restaurant is closed
    And we'll be cuttin' up tomatoes (whoo, yeah)
    Fruits and vegetables and potatoes (yeah)
    [Verse 2:]
    Got the whirl pool bubblin' up
    Got two fine chicks tryna double 'em up (uh)
    Got top so I'm shakin' it up (uh)
    When it come to the [#%&@] I just can't get enough (oh!)
    This party looks like a club
    You see in my eyes and I'm buzzed
    I've been drinkin' twenty four hours
    So ****** up you know a ***** need a shower
    I pull up in the wide body (ho)
    You know a ***** know somebody (ho)
    And e'rbody in here know me (ho)
    And somebody knows somebody (ho)
    Look at my wrists ain't I so damn freeze? (Yo)
    Look at my clothes ain't I so damn clean? (Yo)
    Look at the bar ain't I so damn sheen? (Yo)
    Look at my style I am so damn me (oh)
    I got a song out doin' good
    ***** goin' platinum 'cause I kept it hood
    I hear the crowd over here goin' (ho!)
    I hear the crowd over there goin' (ho!)
    That's why I get to show 'em this life
    Turned it out and now I'm ready to fly
    And now I'm on my way to the after party
    'Til six in the mornin' I'ma be naughty
    Put this CD in your Jeep (put this CD in your Jeep)
    Play it 'til it cracks the CD
    Some of y'all be doubtin' me (hey, hey, hey, hey)
    But I can do this in my sleep
    [Chorus:]
    *** in the kitchen (whoo! Yeah)
    Over by the stove (ho!)
    (Yeah, from the kitchen to the bathroom babe (uh)
    >From upstairs to the basement babe) (Kels!)
    Put you on the counter (ho! Yeah)
    By the buttered rolls (ho!)
    (Yeah, now we hoppin' in the GT coup'
    Goin' to the club, doin' what we do) (remix!)
    Hands on the table (ho! Yeah)
    On your tippy toes (ho!)
    (Yeah, hey it's the weekend y'all (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    So bounce real slow to this remix y'all)
    Said the sign outside the door say the restaurant is closed
    And we'll be cuttin' up tomatoes (whoo, yeah)
    Fruits and vegetables and potatoes (yeah)
    [Bridge:]
    Here we are, in this kitchen, kitchen
    ***in' each other from feet to head
    Now, some folks may raise the question
    "Why can't they just get a bed?"
    Yeah, there ain't nothin' wrong
    With us in the kitchen gettin' it on, no
    Girl, it's like five hundred degrees and here we are
    By the cabinet do's, by the stove
    Hot buttered rolls on your tippy-toes
    [Chorus:] [2x]
    *** in the kitchen (whoo! Yeah)
    Over by the stove (ho!)
    (Yeah, from the kitchen to the bathroom babe (uh)
    >From upstairs to the basement babe) (Kels!)
    Put you on the counter (ho! Yeah)
    By the buttered rolls (ho!)
    (Yeah, now we hoppin' in the GT coup'
    Goin' to the club, doin' what we do) (remix!)
    Hands on the table (ho! Yeah)
    On your tippy toes (ho!)
    (Yeah, hey it's the weekend y'all (yeah, yeah, yeah)
    So bounce real slow to this remix y'all)
    Said the sign outside the door say the restaurant is closed
    And we'll be cuttin' up tomatoes (whoo, yeah)
    Fruits and vegetables and potatoes (yeah)
    [Fade Out]