What a friend, what a friend 2x What a friend i have in you, what a love thats pure and true there is no one else like you What a friend, what a friend
Ohhh) C'mon how that sound, yo Put my man in the ground, yo Cause he let a girl be his downfall We would slide together In a ride together (Ohhhh) What
fucking bad they made a mic law But what the fuck, I'm still buckin diesel like a truck I'm slidin skins across my sheets just like a hockey puck So
rip rhymes so fucking bad they made a mic law But what the fuck, I'm still buckin diesel like a truck I'm slidin skins across my sheets just like a hockey
she is just a friend (Say shes just a friend) And why shes callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin (I cant take this no more) [Outro: Kelly Rowland] Thats
feat. Kelly Price, Kim Burrell and Maurice Mahon) [R. Kelly:] Hello [Kelly Price:] Hey little brother [R. Kelly:] Hey sis how you doing? [Kelly Price
R Kelly:] What up charles, hey baby [Keysha Coles:] Hey Baby [R Kelly:] Girl i been missin you like crazy [Keysha Coles:] Miss you To [R Kelly:] These
is just a friend (Say shes just a friend) And why shes callin you At 3 o'clock in tha mornin (I cant take this no more) [Outro: Kelly Rowland] Thats
play the fool You say she's just a friend But I can see straight through Baby I'm not having it Ooh a true friend indeed She was just a friend in
like what up East side to west side tourin' like what up And even though the price for the house was so much I still roll with them from the hood like what
, feel the breeze, And get lifted on our way to the four seasons Here's a sweet that I rented; I'm a get deeper in it Than he's been in it Bangin' like a
sound shriveled up, The price you gotta pay, doin what them dolla's say, Happy Bar Exam 2 bitch, it's a holiday The price you gotta pay, doin what
wouldn't say diddly, diddly, diddly JAH!!!! Now the police pulled up they said "form a line" Said a Inchy threw a fit 'cause he was high on wine Kelly
JT] Compton to Fillmore here we go again In the Bay, our chains hang, L.A. they can't bang Compton to Fillmore here we go again In L.A. they havin
we pop hollows, L.A. they pop hollows Compton to Fillmore here we go again In the Bay we pop bottles, L.A. they pop bottles They can't cop what the
wanna get into you (just get in too deep) I wanna get into you (kick a lil freestyle, yo) [R. Kelly] Y'all been here so what the hell Let's get up on