In The Kitchen (remix) Lyrics - R. Kelly

[R. Kelly - Talking] 

Nah, look man enough is enough man 

Y'all need to leave me alone, on the real 

I mean can't y'all see I love y'all, damn 

I mean no matter what y'all say or try to do to me, I'm gonna love you anyway 

You know what I'm saying, what y'all need to do let me go on do this music, you know what I'm saying 

I mean, what a gotta do, what I gotta do? Give y'all all my money, all my cars, my houses, my clothes, what? 

I don't owe you nothing man Go get a God damn job dawg, shit, leave me alone get a job 

You don't owe me nothing, I owe you nothing, you know what I'm saying 

I am just trying to give y'all this music, make y'all feel good, you know what I'm saying 

That's all I'm trying to do. Let me do that, let the R do that, will ya? 

Mmm... 

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[Chorus:] 

Sex in the kitchen nigga,(whoo! Yeah) 

Over by the stove (ho!) 

(Yeah, from the kitchen to the bathroom babe (uh) 

From upstairs to the basement babe) (Kels!) 

Put you on the counter (ho! Yeah) 

By the buttered rolls (ho!) 

(Yeah, now we hoppin' in the GT coup' 

Goin' to the club, doin' what we do) (remix!) 

Hands on the table (ho! Yeah) 

On your tippy toes (ho!) 

(Yeah, hey it's the weekend y'all (yeah, yeah, yeah) 

So bounce real slow to this remix y'all) 

Said the sign outside the door say the restaurant is closed 

And we'll be cuttin' up tomatoes (whoo, yeah) 

Fruits and vegetables and potatoes (yeah) 

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[Verse 1:] 

Let's get together like a cookout baby 

You bring the beer and I'ma bump some 'Sadie' 

Hook up some of that chicken baby 

And oh yeah, and don't forget the rice and gravy 

It's about to be a party at my crib 

Got Hennessee, juice and Belvedere 

Got chicks in swimsuits up in here 

No po, no haters, no tricks in here 

Hey y'all, whassup, whassup 

Got bounce juice in my cup 

Mama makin' [ass] jump up 

Sh**t she don't get no f**k 

Ain't gotta worry 'bout complainin' ass neighbours 

'Cause your boy is sittin' on some acres 

Dip low in the SLR (whoo!) 

Come and take a ride in my super car 

Scattered linen when you rollin' with a player 

Shoppin' sprees when you rollin' with a player 

At that bar when you rollin' with a player 

Big chips when you rollin' with a player 

The party's almost over 

So baby tell me what you gon' do 

Open that door, put them out 

Close that door, me and you 

[Chorus:] 

Sex in the kitchen (whoo! Yeah) 

Over by the stove (ho!) 

(Yeah, from the kitchen to the bathroom babe (uh) 

>From upstairs to the basement babe) (Kels!) 

Put you on the counter (ho! Yeah) 

By the buttered rolls (ho!) 

(Yeah, now we hoppin' in the GT coup' 

Goin' to the club, doin' what we do) (remix!) 

Hands on the table (ho! Yeah) 

On your tippy toes (ho!) 

(Yeah, hey it's the weekend y'all (yeah, yeah, yeah) 

So bounce real slow to this remix y'all) 

Said the sign outside the door say the restaurant is closed 

And we'll be cuttin' up tomatoes (whoo, yeah) 

Fruits and vegetables and potatoes (yeah) 

[Verse 2:] 

Got the whirl pool bubblin' up 

Got two fine chicks tryna double 'em up (uh) 

Got top so I'm shakin' it up (uh) 

When it come to the [#%&@] I just can't get enough (oh!) 

This party looks like a club 

You see in my eyes and I'm buzzed 

I've been drinkin' twenty four hours 

So f**ked up you know a nigga need a shower 

I pull up in the wide body (ho) 

You know a nigga know somebody (ho) 

And e'rbody in here know me (ho) 

And somebody knows somebody (ho) 

Look at my wrists ain't I so damn freeze? (Yo) 

Look at my clothes ain't I so damn clean? (Yo) 

Look at the bar ain't I so damn sheen? (Yo) 

Look at my style I am so damn me (oh) 

I got a song out doin' good 

Nigga goin' platinum 'cause I kept it hood 

I hear the crowd over here goin' (ho!) 

I hear the crowd over there goin' (ho!) 

That's why I get to show 'em this life 

Turned it out and now I'm ready to fly 

And now I'm on my way to the after party 

'Til six in the mornin' I'ma be naughty 

Put this CD in your Jeep (put this CD in your Jeep) 

Play it 'til it cracks the CD 

Some of y'all be doubtin' me (hey, hey, hey, hey) 

But I can do this in my sleep 

[Chorus:] 

Sex in the kitchen (whoo! Yeah) 

Over by the stove (ho!) 

(Yeah, from the kitchen to the bathroom babe (uh) 

>From upstairs to the basement babe) (Kels!) 

Put you on the counter (ho! Yeah) 

By the buttered rolls (ho!) 

(Yeah, now we hoppin' in the GT coup' 

Goin' to the club, doin' what we do) (remix!) 

Hands on the table (ho! Yeah) 

On your tippy toes (ho!) 

(Yeah, hey it's the weekend y'all (yeah, yeah, yeah) 

So bounce real slow to this remix y'all) 

Said the sign outside the door say the restaurant is closed 

And we'll be cuttin' up tomatoes (whoo, yeah) 

Fruits and vegetables and potatoes (yeah) 

[Bridge:] 

Here we are, in this kitchen, kitchen 

Sexin' each other from feet to head 

Now, some folks may raise the question 

"Why can't they just get a bed?" 

Yeah, there ain't nothin' wrong 

With us in the kitchen gettin' it on, no 

Girl, it's like five hundred degrees and here we are 

By the cabinet do's, by the stove 

Hot buttered rolls on your tippy-toes 

[Chorus:] [2x] 

Sex in the kitchen (whoo! Yeah) 

Over by the stove (ho!) 

(Yeah, from the kitchen to the bathroom babe (uh) 

>From upstairs to the basement babe) (Kels!) 

Put you on the counter (ho! Yeah) 

By the buttered rolls (ho!) 

(Yeah, now we hoppin' in the GT coup' 

Goin' to the club, doin' what we do) (remix!) 

Hands on the table (ho! Yeah) 

On your tippy toes (ho!) 

(Yeah, hey it's the weekend y'all (yeah, yeah, yeah) 

So bounce real slow to this remix y'all) 

Said the sign outside the door say the restaurant is closed 

And we'll be cuttin' up tomatoes (whoo, yeah) 

Fruits and vegetables and potatoes (yeah) 

[Fade Out]