Magic Chick

(R. Kelly, talking) Oh! Ladies it's ya boyfriend, Kels Do or Die, I told y'all We lookin' for them magic chicks The ones that can make that thing do magic tricks We see ya in the clubs Everywhere, around the world Let's go (Hook, R. Kelly) Lookin' for that magic chick Who wants to disappear And get out of here, real quick And get off in her good And lick that magic stick So put your hands up high If you're a magic chick Bounce up and down If you can make that ass do tricks Wooo! (Verse 1, N.A.R.D) What the business? Let me holla at ya shawty I wanna get up wit'cha blubber, and know yo name I could spit it like I spit it, but I gotta be Chuch! (Chuch, chuch) When I tip off and blow yo brain I could get'cha numb, like raw cocaine When I'm grinnin' and I'm rubbin' ya thighs, man Can't explain how ya got me risin' Sip a little pimp and let her get a little hypnotized Recognize, wit' the pretty eyes, seven forty-five When we bendin' in the raw like this First seat, box Lexus'es Drop down, like that's the shit You can tell me what you really wanna tell me In the back seat, you can lick and blow Affiliated wit' the niggas in the cut Tell 'em voodoo, that's what's up (Hook, R. Kelly) Lookin' for that magic chick Who wants to disappear And get out of here, real quick And get off in her good And lick that magic stick So put your hands up high If you're a magic chick Bounce up and down If you can make that ass do tricks Wooo! (Verse 2, Belo) Uh, all the fellas say Belo preach And I'mma tell you what it is when the money drop I could send to the block, or the crib To the car, or the mall, either or I'm finna send a pop Did you wanna bend a corner You like I'm hot? She gon' recognize a pimp Gon' get up! Do or Die and Twi-ista All about the fetti man One nigga Anyway you see me puffin' on herb Got the Bentley sittin' on the curb Happy people bumpin' R. Kels Legion, so we throwin' up L's And you can tell by the rocks n' fiends Glocks n' things, our clique sick Lil' ma only doin' what she doin' Like Dave Chapelle, "I'm rich bitch!" (Hook, R. Kelly) Lookin' for that magic chick Who wants to disappear And get out of here, real quick And get off in her good And lick that magic stick So put your hands up high If you're a magic chick Bounce up and down If you can make that ass do tricks Wooo! (Verse 3, R. Kelly) I'm, too cool in a GT coupe In the mid-night blue With the magic chrome I'm up in the club like Michael, the poor bitch Got my game face on Finna take this party home Deep into the early morn' Tryin'a make these hits The motherfuckas But motherfucka's won't leave me alone Come here girl, let me holla at'cha Throw a few of them hundreds at'cha Slidin' down that pole like, wow Ohh, child, gots ta hit'cha Up in the mall, on the lo-lo girl Lookin' for one of them solo girls She gotta be one of them rodeo chicks When she ride the magic stick I just wanna be yo homie Lover, friend, in the club to the pony You should be famous babe The way you "Put It On Me" Poor radio stations around the world They lose about to be home Do or Die, in the middle of the Chi Put your hands up high And bounce ya dome (Hook, R. Kelly) Lookin' for that magic chick Who wants to disappear And get out of here, real quick And get off in her good And lick that magic stick So put your hands up high If you're a magic chick Bounce up and down If you can make that ass do tricks Wooo! We be uh (Uh-oh!) We be all at them girls We be uh (Uh-oh!) When we into the club We be uh (Uh-oh!) To all the honeys, wassup It's Do or Die and Kels It's Do or Die and Kels It's Do or Die and Kels It's Do or Die and Kels (R. Kelly, talking) It's ya boyfriend Kels, Do or Die We've only just begun Chi-Town under construction Rock, I see ya AK, Belo, Nard Y'all niggas can keep bouncin' Shit we ain't outta here Haha, we still got magic chicks up in here You know what they doin'