(feat. Fat Joe)



[woman speaking spanish]



[Adlibs - Fat Joe & R. Kelly:] What? Keep going baby! 



[woman continue speaking spanish]



[Adlibs - Fat Joe:] Whoo! Whoo! Terror Squad! Uh, uh-huh

Rockland! Joe Crack, the R



[verse 1 - R. Kelly:]

Sitting at the bar with mama

Shorty tryin to bring da drama

But she cannot phase a playa

Cuz this pimp is a moneymaker



Meetings from Shawtown to LA

Yo I came to get down at this party

I got my eyes on Keesha and Shante'

Rolling it like this track was raggae



[pre - hook:]

I roll thru the hottest club!

With about a hundred thugs!

Get about a thousand bucks

For chicks who wanna roll on dubs



[chorus - R. Kelly:]

Yo, whose that in the jeep (some mami's)

Whose that off up in the truck (my n***az)

Yo what ya'll doin' tonight (we thuggin')

Yo what's off up in that cup (some liquior)



Well, I'm rollin' with ya'll (we'll let's go)

Shorty where's the alcohol (right here)

Now lemme hit that pace (for shizzle)

Shorty can we make our day



[verse 2 - R. Kelly:]

Here, take a brodda to a pool party

Right off up at Miami!

Ten g's for the best bikini

Looking for the biggest booty



She got the crowd goin crazy

Cuz this track here is so amazing

Yo we with a little (whoo!) life lookin hazy

Still you R&B cats can't phase me



[chorus - R. Kelly w/Fat Joe adlibs in background:]

Yo, whose that in the jeep (some mami's)

Whose that off up in the truck (my n***az)

Yo what ya'll doin' tonight (we thuggin')

Yo what's off up in that cup (some liquior)



Well, I'm rollin' with ya'll (we'll let's go)

Shorty where's the alcohol (right here)

Now lemme hit that pace (for shizzle)

Shorty can we make our day



[break - R.Kelly:]

Yo, yo, yo, yo

I'm driving a fast car, jump to the third lane

Mami in passenger, spilling the champagne

We stop at a red light, she driving me insane

Yo we fiending like the **** was ****

Stop playin girl the way ya shake a fatty back

So sexy the way you telling daddy that

Turn that a** around and lemme patty that

Got me saying man I'm tryna marry that



[Rap - Fat Joe:]

Oh no! They did it again (who?!)

Rob and Joe they slip with ten (what?)

Damuses, wamuses, big Bahamas's

All kind of missis 

Don't matter ya ma misses

What's love got to do with ****in' there

Everyday a new group of chicks there

We headed to the islands, the games is life

Where the fame is

Shorty almost died when we came there

Girl I know you diggin the ditty dop

This my world come thru

The whole city stop

Looks like ice but actually it's really not

Damos, blandes, no lies around me

5000 thou we low on the time piece

In the south bronx where you can find me

Never mind me

That's is how we ball

I'm rollin with yall

Now tell me shorty where's the alcohol



[chorus - R. Kelly w/Fat Joe adlibs in background:]

Yo, whose that in the jeep (some mami's)

Whose that off up in the truck (my n***az)

Yo what ya'll doin' tonight (we thuggin')

Yo what's off up in that cup (some liquior)



Well, I'm rollin' with ya'll (we'll let's go)

Shorty where's the alcohol (right here)

Now lemme hit that pace (for shizzle)

Shorty can we make our day



[outro - Fat Joe:]

C'mon! 

Make em bounce baby!

Uh, yeah! 

Uh (Keep goin baby!)

That junk funky sticky, whoo-whee!

Hahhahhhahaah

Uh! The R Joe Crack the don