summers Now lemme do numbers, lemme make history A bet a mil I can make yo girl get wit me Lyrics off the chain everytime I hit a beat These instrumentals dead
can be my lady, she can be my lover Call me on the late night, get right he ain't acting right Every super woman needs a super man, here I am Sight
)Superman High... Da duh duuhh, I get superman high (Ayee..) Da duh duuhh, I get superman high (Ayee..) Da duh duuhh, I get superman high (Ayee..) (R Kelly) Superman crib, superman car, superman
head If not for me then you'd be dead I picked you up and put you back on solid ground If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman? If I'm alive
yeah, ha ha yeah What y'all riffin' about, hang em like they did in the South Dead wit ya dick in ya mouth Now what this shit is about, niggas sleepin
I'm smobbing in my drop, I'm feelin' like Priest Super fly top down speeding down the streets Killas on the prowl and jacking is how They get paid,
The true blood flatten mega star is changing Ultra mega super sonic Ultra mega for your head Ultra mega catatonic Ultra mega until you're dead Ultra mega super
from is irrelevant 'Cause my glory is all that I revel in And my story begins where most others end So all I really got to tell 'em is [Hook 2 2X]
to the super or the news Cause the carrot's gonna dangle 'Til the diamond is appraised And all that talk made me feel rich baby, but tell me, who is
,Its Kellz... Kells and OJ[AY AY] (OJ) Swag thru duh club, throwin money in duh sky, I Cant Lie,Imma Bawl Til I Die, Blunts Steady Good, Got Me SuperMan
ticket, I could take a year off Got my money up, think I'm movin' where the beach is Most dollar 'hood and famous, where the fuck is Robin Leach at?
never read That Diamond got a beat for every dread in his head But don't be mislead, 'cause breakbeats are dead I'm not the Biz, who runs around with Super
bullshittin Considering my position my opposition Gave me lots of vision In pots I'm pissing Still niggas try to make me missing I christen the dead Run
So, holla at me A brand new holiday for players of all kinds Rich, poor, blind Yellow and red, wake up the dead! [Humpty-Hump] Shine the lights, this is
my own sound, I don't sound like the rest And even my attire and my choice of dress And not long ago I don't spoke English My point is police pull me
soft lips, little waist (Break it more) Tiny hands (Oh god) fat ass (Oh more) Big eyes like birthday surprise Super dupa fly, born in 85 Repeat it to yourself: This is
keep me stressing enough Is this rap for real, is it a blessing or what?, Screw I hope I see you when they wet me up [Bun B] This is H-Town, Texas
it super tight like pants in SoHo I'm 'bout my dough, hoe, so don't play with my bread Man, I be tryin' to stop the violence nowadays so it's dead I