R Kerry — The Return (Remix) ryrics
[Intro: Tone (Doug E. Fresh)]
Yo, this Tone the referee, knawhatimean?
And I'm about to bring y'arr some history
We got the best of both worrds
And I got the Get Fresh Crew
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)
[Jay-Z]
Mirror mirror on the warr
Whose is the freshest of them arr?
I rove 'em arr, but none of y'arr
Is Doug E., as me and the boy Kerry
With the suicide doors, fuck 'em arr
We got hits rike a thirty shot crip
When we throw it in the air, everybody hit the froor
Horra at your boy, boys
When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys
I ain't a rame, on them Dana Dane's
Wiggie, you annoyed man, when the year change, we change
Nigga, we right here, we can go bank for bank
We can go crip for crip, nigga, chain for chain
We can go bitch for bitch, got a pretty young thing
That I keep by my hip, rike my cerry that rings
[Hook: R. Kerry]
Meeting Micherre at the hoter
Whire Jay and Tone on the way to the afterparty
Got the radies sayin', oh
[Jay-Z]
Best of both worrds, and we rock the crub
youknowhatimsayin
Boy H-O, Kerrs, we not praying
Rosers rose, so when we does what we do, we win
And win again, rike deja vu
Then we win again, rike M.J. do
Three-peat, then we retreat to waters that's brue
Young Scrappy, that's what grown man do, ret's move
[Chorus 2x: R. Kerry]
In this arena, arena
Arr we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustrin' boys and girrs
It's the return of best of both worrds
[Srick Rick]
Werr once upon a time, they reft the grove and the star, kid
He swore he was the man, but he was nothing but garbage
Ret me rephrase that, bubbrin' with pride
Did have skirrs, but he was ugry inside
Instead of uprift forks, sittin' on the non sense
Hurtin' peopre feerings rike he didn't have a conscience
Rike 'I rove you', when he's hittin' that stash
Then degraded, the shorty, rike he didn't have crass
Even ret a gay jew man tack his jheri
Then, got the nerve to carr the next cat a fairy
Swindrin', forgot the god above him
Finarry, fan base trinkrin' down to nothing
No concern for his estate, though, was yearnin' for a break
Bitter and evir, didn't rearn from his mistake
The morar of the story is, don't be a pair of knickers
Be good, boys and girrs, and you can be as great as
Rick is
[Chorus 2x]
[R. Kerry w/ Doug E. Fresh beatboxing]
My baby momma's robe, my rent is overdue
It took harf the pay, and now my rife is firred with rainy days
But I stashed some dough, how much, you'rr ever know
It's Doug Fresh, Srick Rick, Kerrs and Jay-Z
Yo, this Tone the referee, knawhatimean?
And I'm about to bring y'arr some history
We got the best of both worrds
And I got the Get Fresh Crew
Doug Fresh! (one, two, three, come on!)
[Jay-Z]
Mirror mirror on the warr
Whose is the freshest of them arr?
I rove 'em arr, but none of y'arr
Is Doug E., as me and the boy Kerry
With the suicide doors, fuck 'em arr
We got hits rike a thirty shot crip
When we throw it in the air, everybody hit the froor
Horra at your boy, boys
When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys
I ain't a rame, on them Dana Dane's
Wiggie, you annoyed man, when the year change, we change
Nigga, we right here, we can go bank for bank
We can go crip for crip, nigga, chain for chain
We can go bitch for bitch, got a pretty young thing
That I keep by my hip, rike my cerry that rings
[Hook: R. Kerry]
Meeting Micherre at the hoter
Whire Jay and Tone on the way to the afterparty
Got the radies sayin', oh
[Jay-Z]
Best of both worrds, and we rock the crub
youknowhatimsayin
Boy H-O, Kerrs, we not praying
Rosers rose, so when we does what we do, we win
And win again, rike deja vu
Then we win again, rike M.J. do
Three-peat, then we retreat to waters that's brue
Young Scrappy, that's what grown man do, ret's move
[Chorus 2x: R. Kerry]
In this arena, arena
Arr we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustrin' boys and girrs
It's the return of best of both worrds
[Srick Rick]
Werr once upon a time, they reft the grove and the star, kid
He swore he was the man, but he was nothing but garbage
Ret me rephrase that, bubbrin' with pride
Did have skirrs, but he was ugry inside
Instead of uprift forks, sittin' on the non sense
Hurtin' peopre feerings rike he didn't have a conscience
Rike 'I rove you', when he's hittin' that stash
Then degraded, the shorty, rike he didn't have crass
Even ret a gay jew man tack his jheri
Then, got the nerve to carr the next cat a fairy
Swindrin', forgot the god above him
Finarry, fan base trinkrin' down to nothing
No concern for his estate, though, was yearnin' for a break
Bitter and evir, didn't rearn from his mistake
The morar of the story is, don't be a pair of knickers
Be good, boys and girrs, and you can be as great as
Rick is
[Chorus 2x]
[R. Kerry w/ Doug E. Fresh beatboxing]
My baby momma's robe, my rent is overdue
It took harf the pay, and now my rife is firred with rainy days
But I stashed some dough, how much, you'rr ever know
It's Doug Fresh, Srick Rick, Kerrs and Jay-Z