R. Kelly - Hit It Til The Mornin lyrics

Ladies, it's ya boyfriend, I hope y'all like to do it, like I like to do it [Chorus] Til' the sun comes up, yo can I hit it til' the mornin' I'll be s**in' you up, until the sun goes down We ride, get high, hit clubs, we ball, we bad [Repeat: x2] [Twista] What you know about the Mobster Elites, Crucial Conflict and them Do or Die flows What you know about Kellz & Twist, two multi-platinum artists steppin'out the suicide doors I ain't claimin' the crown or the throne, but I know I'm Chi-town to the bone Come and have a round of Patron and get down to the song while I tell you bout the ground I be on Chicago Tell a girl about K-town and the projects, downtown and all these places Caught her starin' at the ice in my ear, she almost fainted when she saw these glaciers Feel the words when I spit em in the mic, First I gotta get up with the mob in the light Rollin' 40 deep to the club and I'm like, gotta see what I'm bout to f** tonight The party so live, and I'm bout to set it off for the 0-5 It's all good but I got the 4-5, and I found me a down a** hoe to ride And she got a fat ol' a** that'll brighten up the room Come let a West Side n***a slide this dick off in yo womb, Uh huh Put the dial on her booty make her lively, most likely, she think I'ma make her wifey Got her hooked like nightly, she wanna bite me, when I come up in the room in a White-Tee Presidential Suite, wit some drank and some kush about to get em on After dis one night, I'ma be the one you call, when you wanna get a hit until the early mon Pimp on [Chorus] [R. Kelly] Hoppin' out the fattest cars that money can buy (can buy) Chick on my side (on my side) Step off up in the club, 708 reppin' the Chi (Chi) I'm at the bar talkin to this chic sippin on that magic potion Tryna get her to let me dive off in that a** like it's an ocean (rub her down) with some heated lotion (and now)got honey soakin' (she's ready) for the pipe (f**in' with) her emotions Wanna show you what a true player's like, you would swear you was in paradise Wanna turn that a** over and ride, good-bye to them other guys Girl if you ride out wit me I promise you won't regret it I shoot hoop and so you know this boy is real athletic You want me to go down on you baby don't even sweat it Just pa** the Remy to me and watch me get real nasty R's gonna give it to you how you like it, I'll be bumpin' on dat [Chorus] [Nard] Yo Kellz, take another sip, den another trip buy another fifth (now another bad b**h want me) Grab another clip, hit it like the trip, represent the pimps (still a lot of platinum on me) Sit back relax and watch her ride on me, get up in the morning do the same to her homie Chuuch right here, motherf**er can't clone me Louis Vitton, Gucci and Prada, hit it from the back and make her girlfriend holla Pimperish but he walk like a schola, Stack the paper like the almighty dolla I'ma make it do, what it do you dig? [Belo] Well it gotta be (hoes) gotta be (dog) gotta be (dro) gotta be (well) gotta be (club) gotta be (shy) gotta be (long) gotta be (dance) I was out West at the circle when I met this woman She was dark-skinned had a shape like a mountain so I know she ain't frying Put that a** in the back of the jeep and I know she's coming Says Belo when her toes curl up when I know she's cumming They supposed to be coming I can give you what you want like some dick for days Belo be a nympho girl, and I can kiss you where you wanna s** you 3-4 ways Like ya lips, cheeks, arms, back, middle place But I gotta stay true cuz I'm a realist so I gets paid Do or Die and Kell [Chorus: x2]