R. Kelly

R. Kelly - Big Chips lyrics

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[Chorus: R. Kelly]



                      Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin



                      We got chicks in swimsuits modelin



                      We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low



                      The way the wrist shine it's so magical



                      You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!)



                      Nigga what ya heard it's Kells and Hov



                      With the second comin of Best Of Both



                    In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin?

                    [Verse 1: Jay-Z] (R. Kelly)



                      Big chips! Big trips to Vegas nigga



                      Big cribs and the whips is spacious (Uh huh)



                      Any day they could dig your grave



                      Shit, So Big is my inspiration, dig



                      No reward that's the risk is taken



                      In which case you niggaz wouldn't wanna switch places



                      I on the other hand relish the situation



                      Thank the Lord for the gift, I'm gracious



                      I went overboard, look at this big bracelet



                      I overhauled it you wouldn't recognize it



                      From the time that I bought it I just replaced it



                      I risk cases for shit like this, nigga I pray for some shit like this



                      Word to my Uncle Ray, who gave us life for some shit like this



                      Ma you rollin I'm as real as it gets

                    [Chorus: R. Kelly]



                      Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin



                      We got chicks in swimsuits modelin



                      We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low



                      The way the wrist shine it's so magical



                      You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!)



                      Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov



                      With the second comin of Best Of Both



                      In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin??

                    [Verse 2: R. Kelly]



                      Big chips! I can't take this



                      The way you move your ass slow like Matrix



                      You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas



                      Before I toss chips first, get naked



                      I can't fake it, girl you got the club shut down when you freak it



                      Superstar honey, so mean and vicious



                      Got a lot and comin, I'm so mean and vicious



                      Bark bark farmer, this chicken layin platinum ex-farmer (preach!)



                      So go low mama, give it a go



                      As I punch 170 on stretch roads, must turn up the radio!



                      Girl you so good I'm swervin like whoa! whoa!



                      Uh oh! Uh uh oh! from the club to the stretch



                      Out the stretch to the Hotel, into the hotel suite!

                    [Chorus: R. Kelly]



                      Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin



                      We got chicks in swimsuits modelin



                      We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low



                      The way the wrist shine it's so magical



                      You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!)



                      Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov



                      With the second comin of Best Of Both



                      In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin??

                    [Verse 3: Jay-Z]



                      Big chips! I'm a boss I said



                      Tilt my hat and I cross my legs



                      Like old ladies at the park, I toss my bread



                      And the pigeons start flockin, ballin like Bishop (?)



                      And stick Cochran on any DA, to try to stop him



                      So any gunplay that is an option



                      I been doin this since niggaz was woppin



                      Rockin Izods with the matchin socks, and



                      Slap boxin in the back park and when the girls start watchin



                      Try to get real, you had to drop 'em



                      See I ain't never been a fronter



                      Or fake it till I make it tight nigga ma I don't want ya number



                      Either you're comin or I one ya



                      Either you know what you want ma, 



                      I don't even want ya



                      You play pretty if you wanna

                    [Chorus: R. Kelly]



                      Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin



                      We got chicks in swimsuits modelin



                      We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low



                      The way the wrist shine it's so magical



                      You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!)



                      Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov



                      With the second comin of Best Of Both



                      In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin? big chips!

                    [Bridge: R. Kelly]



                      All around the world, stop where the sun sets



                      Spendin big chips you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!)



                      You wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!)



                      Say we goin around the world, stop where the sun sets



                      Spendin big chips you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!)



                      Do you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!)

                    [Outro: R. Kelly]



                      Uh, come on, Tone, I see ya, Jigga, Kells, uh, yeah, Track Masters



                      What's really good, we in the islands 



                      chillin in the shade and shit you know



                      Blue waters, yellow sand, uh



                      Either I'm high or, I think I just saw a dolphin



               
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