R. Kelly - Bobble

(First of all
If you ain't got
Mo drink in your hand
You ain't got
No shot in your hand
And no money
In your pocket
Get the hell outta here)

(Uh uh
Hey hey hey hey)
Hey lil' mama
I see you mama
All on the floor
Doin' you mama
Got the dance down
Do it like a pro
Handle that patron
But you want
A lil' mo'
The way you dancin
On your girlfriend
Off in here
Got me wonderin'
If you got a man
Off in here
The way
You turn around
And make a drop
Off in here
Make a playa' want
To get his rocks
Off in here
(Hold up)
Wait a damn minute
Bend it over now
Lemme put Kells in it
Shots at the bar
Got my head so spinnin'
(Whoa whoa whoa spinnin')
Lookin' at you dance
Like what I see
X at the club
Roll with me
Put up to the cribs
(?) Hotel suite
I'm a tell you
What shawty do fo me

She makes it bobble, bobble
(She makes it bobble)
She makes it bobble, bobble
(She makes it bobble)
She makes it bobble, bobble
(She makes it bobble)
She makes it bobble, bobble
(She makes it bobble)
Shawtyyy
(She makes it bobble)

She makes it bobble
I cannot lie
Look up fella'
She's a cutie pie
Hollas in the club
And I'll tell you why
Hips, ass, waist, thighs
She make me wanna holla, oohwee
Throw my hands
Like a smack, oohwee
I can see a little crack, oohwee
Shawty rockin' em Marciano jeans
And her man that toot is he
But he don't really
Wanna fuck with me
Lil' boy know your history
Shatown better ask, I'm a G
And that's why
She keep checkin' fo me
She keep callin' on me
She keep creepin' with me
Shawty know
She messin' with great
And ladies thought
You don't hate cause she

She makes it bobble, bobble
(She makes it bobble)
She makes it bobble, bobble
(She makes it bobble)
She makes it bobble, bobble
(She makes it bobble)
She makes it bobble, bobble
(She makes it bobble)
She makes it bobble, bobble
(She makes it bobble)