Who's That Lyrics - Chocolate Factory - R. Kelly

What? Keep going baby! 

Terror Squad, Rockland, Joe Crack, the R 

Sitting at the bar with mama 

Shorty tryin' to bring da drama 

But she cannot phase a playa 

'Cause 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 Reggae 

I roll thru the hottest clubs 

With about a hundred thugs 

Get about a thousand bucks 

For chicks who wanna roll on dubs 

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Yo, whose that in the jeep 

Whose that off up in the truck 

Yo what ya'll doin' tonight 

Yo what's off up in that cup 

Well, I'm rollin' with ya'll 

Shorty where's the alcohol 

Now lemme hit that pace 

Shorty can we make our day 

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 

'Cause this track here is so amazing 

Yo we with a little life lookin' hazy 

Still you R and B cats can't phase me 

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Yo, whose that in the jeep 

Whose that off up in the truck 

Yo what ya'll doin' tonight 

Yo what's off up in that cup 

Well, I'm rollin' with ya'll 

Shorty where's the alcohol 

Now lemme hit that pace 

Shorty can we make our day 

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 

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 y'all, now tell me shorty where's the alcohol 

Yo, whose that in the jeep 

Whose that off up in the truck 

Yo what ya'll doin' tonight 

Yo what's off up in that cup 

Well, I'm rollin' with ya'll 

Shorty where's the alcohol 

Now lemme hit that pace 

Shorty, can we make our day 

C'mon, make 'em bounce baby 

Uh, yeah, uh, keep goin' baby 

That junky, funky, sticky 

The R Joe Crack, the don