"Woozy" as written by Christopher Brian Bridges, Robert S. Kelly and Kendall R. Johnson....
Whoo, Kel, Chris,
And clubbing on some smooth shh

Ludacris can't hide or deny that I wanna get you down to them Vickie Secrets
And your body I won't misguide mistreat or mislead it
Hate it up, love it, they can't cut it, so strut it
Number one shaker, like Vick's vapor I wanna fucking rub it
Louisville slug it hit em with a right left, its gone
Tell every last one of ya girls how good it was and its gone be on
Soul Train, wood grain, from me
No pain, no gain, its so plain to see
They be like "I've been feeling kind of stressed can you blow my back out?"
And I'm like "Yea but don't trip if I happen to yank a track out"
When I get done its smooth sailing once I pull that 'Lac out
Next destination I move forward like Jerry Stackhouse
And 1, have fun, when you chilling with Ludi
Slow grind and slow jams while I'm feeling yo booty
We'll hold hand and hold times when I'm up in that coochie
You so fine I'm so sad that you feeling so woozy

[Chorus: R.Kelly]
Got you feeling woozy baby (baby)
And that's hows it gonna be when I take you from the club to the crib
On dubs and I get you in the bed with me (in the bed with me)
Your so pretty, and so sweaty and so sexy and so ready
Girl I'm surprised you this nasty
But its cool cause I always wanted to go down on a girl that reminds me of me
So get upstairs, get yo clothes off and get them sexy legs legs in a 'V' (yup)
Your vision blurry as if you were seeing two of me (two of me)
You so fine I'm so sad that you feeling so woozy

Will YOU, make me feel like I just hit the lotto
Other girls I give 'em a shoulder colder than Chicago
But in ya center I heat it up in the Mourning like Alonzo
And I'd get it, I'd bit it, I'd split it, I'd hit it up in a Tahoe
Bravo, make make make it clap I'd break break break ya back
Then tuck tuck tuck you in so you can take take take a nap
Then back to making dividends I'm in the wind
Somewhere hot, I stay on islands longer than Gulligan
Sipping on a pina colada, little mama I'ma make ya holla
How does it sounds when you making love on a Million dollars
I can only imagine lets make it real baby
Like D'Angelo "How does it feel" baby
I know I talk a lot shit but I can back it up (up up)
Like BBD flip it, rub it down, smack it up (up up)
You so bad when you call me for duty
You so fine I'm so sad that you feeling so woozy


Don't get caught up in the gossip, them chicks is jockin' girl
They just jealous, everybody hates when Cris is rocking ya world
Hey girl, hey friend, how you doing, where you been
Enough of that talking, lets begin, break it in
Shake and spin, take it in, say amen
Then I'll make you say goodness gracious
Look me in the eye and make them nasty faces
I'm so glad that your body's so juicy
You so fine I'm so sad that you feeling so woozy


[R. Kelly]
Girl, said your body is what I want (woozy woozy woozy)
I'll be making scream and moan (woozy woozy woozy)
Girl lets get on up out this club (woozy woozy woozy)

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"Woozy" as written by Robert Kelly Kendall Johnson

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