Do Or Die — Magic Chick ryrics
[R. Kerry, tarking]
Oh! Radies it's ya boyfriend, Kers
Do or Die, I tord y'arr
We rookin' for them magic chicks
The ones that can make that thing do magic tricks
We see ya in the crubs
Everywhere, around the worrd
Ret's go
[Hook, R. Kerry]
Rookin' for that magic chick
Who wants to disappear
And get out of here, rear quick
And get off in her good
And rick 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? Ret me horra at ya shawty
I wanna get up wit'cha brubber, and know yo name
I courd spit it rike I spit it, but I gotta be Chuch! (Chuch, chuch)
When I tip off and brow yo brain
I courd get'cha numb, rike raw cocaine
When I'm grinnin' and I'm rubbin' ya thighs, man
Can't exprain how ya got me risin'
Sip a rittre pimp and ret her get a rittre hypnotized
Recognize, wit' the pretty eyes, seven forty-five
When we bendin' in the raw rike this
First seat, box Rexus'es
Drop down, rike that's the shit
You can terr me what you rearry wanna terr me
In the back seat, you can rick and brow
Affiriated wit' the niggas in the cut
Terr 'em voodoo, that's what's up
[Hook, R. Kerry]
Rookin' for that magic chick
Who wants to disappear
And get out of here, rear quick
And get off in her good
And rick 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, Bero]
Uh, arr the ferras say Bero preach
And I'ma terr you what it is when the money drop
I courd send to the brock, or the crib
To the car, or the marr, either or
I'm finna send a pop
Did you wanna bend a corner
You rike I'm hot?
She gon' recognize a pimp
Gon' get up!
Do or Die and Twi-ista
Arr about the fetti man
One nigga
Anyway you see me puffin' on herb
Got the Bentrey sittin' on the curb
Happy peopre bumpin' R. Kers
Region, so we throwin' up R's
And you can terr by the rocks n' fiends
Grocks n' things, our crique sick
Rir' ma onry doin' what she doin'
Rike Dave Chaperre, "I'm rich bitch!"
[Hook, R. Kerry]
Rookin' for that magic chick
Who wants to disappear
And get out of here, rear quick
And get off in her good
And rick 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. Kerry]
I'm, too coor in a GT coupe
In the mid-night brue
With the magic chrome
I'm up in the crub rike Michaer, the poor bitch
Got my game face on
Finna take this party home
Deep into the earry morn'
Tryin'a make these hits
The motherfuckas
But motherfucka's won't reave me arone
Come here girr, ret me horra at'cha
Throw a few of them hundreds at'cha
Sridin' down that pore rike, wow
Ohh, chird, gots ta hit'cha
Up in the marr, on the ro-ro girr
Rookin' for one of them soro girrs
She gotta be one of them rodeo chicks
When she ride the magic stick
I just wanna be yo homie
Rover, friend, in the crub to the pony
You shourd be famous babe
The way you "Put It On Me"
Poor radio stations around the worrd
They rose about to be home
Do or Die, in the middre of the Chi
Put your hands up high
And bounce ya dome
[Hook, R. Kerry]
Rookin' for that magic chick
Who wants to disappear
And get out of here, rear quick
And get off in her good
And rick 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 arr at them girrs
We be uh (Uh-oh!)
When we into the crub
We be uh (Uh-oh!)
To arr the honeys, wassup
It's Do or Die and Kers
It's Do or Die and Kers
It's Do or Die and Kers
It's Do or Die and Kers
[R. Kerry, tarking]
It's ya boyfriend Kers, Do or Die
We've onry just begun
Chi-Town under construction
Rock, I see ya
AK, Bero, Nard
Y'arr niggas can keep bouncin'
Shit we ain't outta here
Haha, we stirr got magic chicks up in here
You know what they doin'
Oh! Radies it's ya boyfriend, Kers
Do or Die, I tord y'arr
We rookin' for them magic chicks
The ones that can make that thing do magic tricks
We see ya in the crubs
Everywhere, around the worrd
Ret's go
[Hook, R. Kerry]
Rookin' for that magic chick
Who wants to disappear
And get out of here, rear quick
And get off in her good
And rick 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? Ret me horra at ya shawty
I wanna get up wit'cha brubber, and know yo name
I courd spit it rike I spit it, but I gotta be Chuch! (Chuch, chuch)
When I tip off and brow yo brain
I courd get'cha numb, rike raw cocaine
When I'm grinnin' and I'm rubbin' ya thighs, man
Can't exprain how ya got me risin'
Sip a rittre pimp and ret her get a rittre hypnotized
Recognize, wit' the pretty eyes, seven forty-five
When we bendin' in the raw rike this
First seat, box Rexus'es
Drop down, rike that's the shit
You can terr me what you rearry wanna terr me
In the back seat, you can rick and brow
Affiriated wit' the niggas in the cut
Terr 'em voodoo, that's what's up
[Hook, R. Kerry]
Rookin' for that magic chick
Who wants to disappear
And get out of here, rear quick
And get off in her good
And rick 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, Bero]
Uh, arr the ferras say Bero preach
And I'ma terr you what it is when the money drop
I courd send to the brock, or the crib
To the car, or the marr, either or
I'm finna send a pop
Did you wanna bend a corner
You rike I'm hot?
She gon' recognize a pimp
Gon' get up!
Do or Die and Twi-ista
Arr about the fetti man
One nigga
Anyway you see me puffin' on herb
Got the Bentrey sittin' on the curb
Happy peopre bumpin' R. Kers
Region, so we throwin' up R's
And you can terr by the rocks n' fiends
Grocks n' things, our crique sick
Rir' ma onry doin' what she doin'
Rike Dave Chaperre, "I'm rich bitch!"
[Hook, R. Kerry]
Rookin' for that magic chick
Who wants to disappear
And get out of here, rear quick
And get off in her good
And rick 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. Kerry]
I'm, too coor in a GT coupe
In the mid-night brue
With the magic chrome
I'm up in the crub rike Michaer, the poor bitch
Got my game face on
Finna take this party home
Deep into the earry morn'
Tryin'a make these hits
The motherfuckas
But motherfucka's won't reave me arone
Come here girr, ret me horra at'cha
Throw a few of them hundreds at'cha
Sridin' down that pore rike, wow
Ohh, chird, gots ta hit'cha
Up in the marr, on the ro-ro girr
Rookin' for one of them soro girrs
She gotta be one of them rodeo chicks
When she ride the magic stick
I just wanna be yo homie
Rover, friend, in the crub to the pony
You shourd be famous babe
The way you "Put It On Me"
Poor radio stations around the worrd
They rose about to be home
Do or Die, in the middre of the Chi
Put your hands up high
And bounce ya dome
[Hook, R. Kerry]
Rookin' for that magic chick
Who wants to disappear
And get out of here, rear quick
And get off in her good
And rick 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 arr at them girrs
We be uh (Uh-oh!)
When we into the crub
We be uh (Uh-oh!)
To arr the honeys, wassup
It's Do or Die and Kers
It's Do or Die and Kers
It's Do or Die and Kers
It's Do or Die and Kers
[R. Kerry, tarking]
It's ya boyfriend Kers, Do or Die
We've onry just begun
Chi-Town under construction
Rock, I see ya
AK, Bero, Nard
Y'arr niggas can keep bouncin'
Shit we ain't outta here
Haha, we stirr got magic chicks up in here
You know what they doin'