R. Kelly - Sex In The Kitchen (Remix) Lyrics

Now look man enough is enough
ya'll need to leave me alone.
On the real. I mean can't ya'll see I love ya'll. Damn.
I mean no matter what ya'll say or try to do to me I'm gonna love ya'll anyway. Know what I'm saying, what ya'll nee to do is go ahead and let me do this music. Know what I'm saying I mean what I gotta do, what I gotta do?
Give ya'll all my money, all my cars, my houses, my clothes.. what? I don't owe you nothing man. Go get a got damn job dog. Shit leave me alone get a job. You don't owe me nothing I don't owe you nothing. Know what I'm saying, I'm just trying to give ya'll this music, make ya'll feel good ya know what I'm saying that's all I'm trying to do. let me do that. Uh, Let the R. do that. Will ya?

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[Chorus:]
Sex in the kitchen over by the stove (from the kitchen to the bathroom babe from upstairs to the basement babe)
Put you on the counter by the butter rolls (Now we hoping in the GT coupe going to the club doing what we do)
Hands on the table on your tippy toes (ha it's the weekend ya'll so bounce real slow to this remix ya'll)
Say the sign outside the door say the restaurant is closed and we'll be cutting up tomatoes, fruits and vegetables and potatoes.

[Verse:]
Lets get together like a cookout baby. You bring the ben Imma bump some sadie. Hook up some of that chicken babe. Oh yeah don't forget the rice and gravy. It's about to be a party at my crib. Got Hennessey, juice and Belvedere. Got chicks in swinsuits up in here. No po, no haters no tricks up in here. Hey ya'll whats up whats up. Got bounce juice in my cup. Mamma making that ass jump up. Shit she don't give no f*ck. Ain't got to worry about complaining ass neighbors, cause ya boy here sitting on some acres. Dip low in the SLR. Come and take a ride in my super car. Sky the limit when you rollin wit a playa. Shopping sprees when you rollin wit a playa. I buy the bar when you rollin wit a playa. Big chips when you rollin wit a playa. The party's almost over...so baby tell me what you gonna do? Open that door put them out. Close that door me and you.

[Chorus:]
Sex in the kitchen over by the stove (from the kitchen to the bathroom babe from upstairs to the basement babe)
Put you on the counter by the butter rolls (Now we hoping in the GT coupe going to the club doing what we do)
Hands on the table on your tippy toes (ha it's the weekend ya'll so bounce real slow to this remix ya'll)
Say the sign outside the door say the restaurant is closed and we'll be cutting up tomatoes, fruits and vegetables and potatoes.

[Verse:]
Got the whirl pool bubbling up, got two fine chicks trying to double em up. Got tops off shaking it up. When it comes to the Shhh I just can't get enough. This party looks like a club, you can see in my eyes that I'm buzzed. I been drinking 24 hours, so f*cked you know a nigga need a shower. I pull up in the wide body, Ya know a nigga know somebody and everybody in here know me and somebody know somebody. Look at my wrist ain't it so damn freeze, Look at my clothes ain't I so damn clean, look at the bar ain't I'm so damn ching, Look at my style I am so damn mean. I gotta song out doing good, nigga went platinum causng I kept it hood. I hear the crowd over here going OH, I hear the crowd over there going OH. That's right and the show was live, turned it out now I'm ready to ride. Now I'm on my way to the after party. Till six in the morning imma be naughty. Put this CD in your jeep, play it til it crack the CD. Some of ya'll be doubtin' me but I can do this in my sleep.

[Chorus:]
Sex in the kitchen over by the stove (from the kitchen to the bathroom babe from upstairs to the basement babe)
Put you on the counter by the butter rolls (Now we hoping in the GT coupe going to the club doing what we do)
Hands on the table on your tippy toes (ha it's the weekend ya'll so bounce real slow to this remix ya'll)
Say the sign outside the door say the restaurant is closed and we'll be cutting up tomatoes, fruits and vegetables and potatoes.

Here we are, in this Kitchen (Kitchen) Sexing each other from feet to head.
Now, Some folks may raise the question, why can't they just get a bed? Yeah
There ain't nothing wrong with us being in the kitchen getting it on no.
Girl it's like 500 degrees and here we are...by the cabinet doors, by the stove, hope on the rolls on your tippy toes.

[Chorus:]
Sex in the kitchen over by the stove (from to kitchen to the bathroom babe from upstairs to the basement babe)
Put you on the counter by the butter rolls (Now we hoping in the GT coupe going to the club doing what we do)
Hands on the table on your tippy toes (ha it's the weekend ya'll so bounce with me to this remix ya'll)
Say the sign outside the door say the restaurant is closed and we'll be cutting up tomatoes, fruits and vegetables and potatoes.

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