Uh, uhh, uh



                      Uh, ah, now Hov's in the building, Hov's in the building



                      Uh, uhh, uh



                      Kels in the building, Kels in the building



                      Uh, uhh, that's right



                      Hov's in the building, Hov's in the building



                      Uh what? Ho, ho



                      Yo Kels in the building, Kels in the building

                    [R Kelly]



                      I'm in the building tonight, it's goin down my nigga



                      Got a pocket full of cash and some 'dro my nigga



                      Attitude like I don't give a fuck my nigga



                      Probably the drunkest fool on the flo' my nigga



                      One of the best that ever did this here, every year



                      It's the #1 R&B singer this year



                      But y'all know, still mo' money mo' problems



                      Mo' niggaz, mo' chicks, mo' clubs, Mo' bottles



                      One little note in your ear, and I gotcha



                      Ladies call me the black Frank Sinatra



                      Yeah a real pimp floss and the pimp be blingin



                      It's just the same reason why a young pimp be leanin



                      Hard liquor, couple sips, and I'm passin it



                      Maybach so big you can dance in it



                      Jigga lil' nigga fuckin with the baddest chicks



                      Got your girl lookin at you like the maddest chick



                      We goin

                    [Chorus: R Kelly]



                      ho-ohh, ohh-oh



                      We got everybody up in the club, hands high



                      goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh



                      We got players, ballers, hustlers and they back 



                      goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh



                      We got all of the pretty girls left in the city



                      goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh



                      We got 'em goin, we got 'em goin

                    [Jay-Z]



                      Yo yeah it's the boy Hov', yeah I blow O's



                      Circles around competition, not an Optimo



                      To sit low, in a six-oh, oh



                      Solo, on lo-lo's, fuck po'-po's



                      Take a pho-to, last time you see a nigga so cold



                      So be-low zero, so froze



                      So-so rappers are so sore, hate his soul



                      It ain't my fault I'm so rock'n'roll



                      I'm just Hov'

                    [Chorus: R Kelly]



                      ho-ohh, ohh-oh



                      We got everybody up in the club, hands high



                      goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh



                      We got players, ballers, hustlers and they back 



                      goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh



                      We got all of the pretty girls left in the city



                      goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh



                    We got 'em goin, we got 'em goin

                    [Memphis Bleek]



                      Geah, it's the kid from the Stuy, and I stay high



                      In my A-O-L-A blowin lah lah lah



                      Goodbye, I see you chumps on top



                      Or on the highway in somethin that ends with I



                      Like I, 745, I



                      Or the F-E-double-R-the-A-R-I



                      AR-15 to spray y'all guys



                      You die (you die) goodbye (goodbye)

                    [Chorus: R Kelly]



                      ho-ohh, ohh-oh



                      We got everybody up in the club, hands high



                      goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh



                      We got players, ballers, hustlers and they back 



                      goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh



                      We got all of the pretty girls left in the city



                      goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh



                    We got 'em goin, we got 'em goin

                    [Jay-Z]



                      From New York to Chi, we blow like hy-dro



                      Blow out live shows without py-ro



                      See how I combined the I-O flow



                      Tone'll rep, Memph Bleek, Kels and Hov'

                    [Jay and Bleek alternate words]



                      Bottles, models, follow, to the hotter



                      way we play like it's no day tomorrow



                      Spendin my dough like I just hit the lotto



                      Bounce, park and stop shall not wake I'm straight safe

                    [Chorus: R Kelly]



                      ho-ohh, ohh-oh



                      We got everybody up in the club, hands high



                      goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh



                      We got players, ballers, hustlers and they back 



                      goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh



                      We got all of the pretty girls left in the city



                      goin ho-ohh, ohh-oh



                    We got 'em goin, we got 'em goin