Kelly Clarkson

Kelly Clarkson - Boonapalist lyrics

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[MP] You wanna half, or you ready for the whole thing?

[Ms] You ready for the whole thing?

[MP] Shit, you ain't gon' change on a nigga ha?

[Ms] Tchk, no

[MP] I'ma make you out my boonapalist, ya heard me?

[Ms] That's straight



[Ms. Peachers singin]

Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you

No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo



[Master P speaks over singin]

I'ma let you shine, all the time

But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine

I'ma let you shine, all the time

But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine



My ghetto boonapalist, I wanna see you topless

Lie you in my bed like the six-fo', then drop this

to a deck, overlookin, a beautiful ocean sight

Take you out the ghetto, if it's only fo' one night

I'ma keep it real girl, I ain't gon' bullshit or stunt

See I make my money, every first of the month

If you could, be there for me like I'ma, be there for you

Everything that you could think about I'ma make it, come true

I 'member you used to visit me in jail, some say that love is blind

But I told you when I get out, I'ma make sure that you shine

A couple of carats around your finger, baguettes around your wrist

A couple of million in the bank, damn we the shit

Put the kids in private school, but still pack that tool

Cause you know them niggaz think we rich

they gon' act a fuckin fool



[Ms. Peachers singin]

Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you

No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo



[Master P speaks over singin]

I'ma let you shine, all the time

But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine

I'ma let you shine, all the time

But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine



[Ms. Peachers singin]

Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you

No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo



[D.I.G.]

Yo, but when I greet you I greet you like you a lady

I just ask your name, I never say "Yo whazzup baby?"

because you lookin fine, havin a beautiful day

Now it'll be my pleasure just to greet you up on your way

wherever you goin, we can even jump in the ride

I'll drive you round the city, be your chaffeur, make it live

Don't means I wanna creep witchu, just wanna be witchu

Girl you keep it real with me

and look I keep it real with you too Boo

All of these feelings I'm holdin inside

Some feelings I can never hide

I never keep a secret or tell a lie

I'ma let you shine all the time

And when you roll through the ghetto

let them niggaz know that you mine, ya heard me?



[Ms. Peachers singin]

Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you

No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo



[Master P speaks over singin]

I'ma let you shine, all the time

But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine

I'ma let you shine, all the time

But when we roll, through the ghetto, tell them niggaz, you mine



[Ms. Peaches]

You don't ever have to worry bout me sayin I'm your lady

Keep it real with me cause boy you know you really drive me crazy

All I want.. is for us, to be, together

No matter what.. I'll be there through stormy weather

Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you

No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo

Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real with you

No matter what the world may think, boy I'll always be your Boo



[Master P]

My ghetto boonapalist ya heard me?

My boonapalist -- every thug need one

That's a woman that ain't gon', stress her man, ya heard me?

Every thug need a boonapalist, uh-heh

She know when you out there hustlin, she gon' be there for you

And when you locked down, she gon' be there for you

When things ain't right, she gon' be there for you

When yo' paper ain't right, her paper gon' be right, ya heard me?

That's a boonapalist, that's what I need

That's what I need a boonapalist

But all the homies out there

If your boonapalist straight, and you come up, huh

You take your boonapalist and, you put her on top, ya heard me?

That's that boonapalist love, ya heard me?
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