Robert Kelly EP

by The Welcome

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released 30 March 2011
Track List:
1. Ignition
2. Remix to Ignition
3. I’m a Flirt

Tracks 1 and 2 written by R. Kelly © 2003
Track 3 written by C.J. Harris, R. Jackson, R. Kelly, S. Moss & F. Najm © 2007
All songs arranged & performed by The Welcome

The Welcome is
Gehring Miller – vocals, guitars, keys
Eric Baetz – guitars
Evan Stoner – bass, vocals
Casey Harding – drums

Recorded March 2011 at Villa Coola Studios and Steckman Studios, Oak Park, IL
By Gehring Miller

Produced & Mixed by Gehring Miller

Mastered by Bill Kavanagh at Bobdog Studios, Oak Park, IL

www.thewelcomemusic.com

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Track Name: Ignition
Girl, please…
Let me stick my key in your ignition, babe
So I can get this thing started and get rollin’, babe
See I'll be doin’ about 80 on your freeway
Girl, I wont stop until I drive you crazy
So buckle up cause this can get bumpy, babe
Now hit the lights and check out all my functions, babe
Girl, back that thing up so I can wax it, baby
Honey, we gonna mess around and get a ticket, babe
 
Chorus:
‘Cause we off up in this Jeep
We foggin’ up the windows
We got the radio up We all up in the back
We got this shit bouncin’
We goin’ up and down
We smokin’ and we drinkin’, just a-thuggin’ it out

Jump up-down once I hit them switches, babe
And I’m about to take it where you want to go, babe
Guarantee you I’m about to get some mileage, babe
And there wont be no runnin’ out of gas, babe
It's like oo-ee-oo-ee-oo -- pull over, babe
and let me put this loving in your trunk, babe
So buckle up ‘cause this could get bumpy, babe
Girl we gonna mess around and get a ticket, babe

Chorus

Now, hold on tight cause I'm about to go faster, babe
Girl, you dealing with a pro behind this wheel, babe
So tell me: Have you ever driven a stick, babe?
You'll be screamin’ every time we shiftin’ gears, babe
So brace yourself while I'm hittin’ them corners, babe
When it’s over put that “Kells” on your license plate
Now, buckle up cause this could get bumpy, babe
Girl, we gonna mess around and get a ticket, babe

Chorus

When I hear you say…
Green light – I’ma go
Yellow light – Do it slow
Red light – I’ma stop
When I hear you say…
Switch lanes – hit the signal
Pit stop – Take a break
Hit the hazards when we park
When you say…
Green light – I’ma go
Yellow light – Do it slow
Red light – I’ma stop
When you say
Switch lanes – hit the signal
Pit stop – Take a break
Because we about to go real far

Chorus

Now let me see you
Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce Now let me see you
Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce
Track Name: Remix to Ignition
Now I'm not tryna be rude
But hey, pretty girl, I'm feeling you
The way you do the things ya do
Reminds me of my Lexus Coupe
That's why I'm all up in ya grill
Tryna get you to a hotel
You must be a football coach
The way you got me playing the field

Hook:
So baby, gimme that, "Toot toot"
And lemme give ya that, "Beep beep"
Runnin' her hands through my fro'
Bouncin' on twenty fours
While they sayin' on the radio…

Chorus:
It's the remix to Ignition
Hot and fresh out the kitchen
Mama rollin' that body
Got every man in here wishin'
Sippin' on Coke and rum
I'm like, “So what I'm drunk
It's the freakin' weekend
Baby, I'm about to have me some fun”

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Now it's like Murda She Wrote
Once I get cha out them clothes
Privacy is on the door
But still they can hear ya screamin', “More!”
Girl, I'm feelin' what you’re feelin'
No more hopin' and wishin'
I'm about to take my key and
Stick it in the ignition

Hook

Chorus

Crystal poppin' in the stretch Navigator
We got food everywhere as if the party was catered
We've got fellas to my left (left)
Honeys on my right (right)
We bring 'em both together we got juking all night
Then after the show it's the (after party!)
And after the party it's the (hotel lobby!)
Yeah, around about four you gotta (clear the lobby!)
Then take it to ya room and (freak somebody!)

Hook

Chorus (2x)

Girl, we off in this Jeep,
Fogging windows up
Blasting the radio
In the back of my truck
Bouncing up and down
Stroking round and round
To the remix
We just thuggin’ it out
Track Name: I'm a Flirt
Chorus:
I’m a flirt
Soon as I see her walk up in the club (I'm a flirt) Winkin’ eyes at me, when I roll up on them dubs (I'm a flirt)
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low (I'm a flirt)
And when she's lookin’ right at me, yeah (I'm a flirt)
So homie, don't bring your girl to meet me ‘cause (I'm a flirt)
And baby, don't bring your girlfriend to eat ‘cause (I'm a flirt)
Please believe it, unless your game is tight and you trust her
Then don't bring her around me ‘cause I'm a flirt


Now I swear to tell the truth and the whole truth
When it comes to hoes I be pimpin’ like I’m supposed to
Rollin’ like I’m supposed to, shinin’ like I’m supposed to In the club, freaking with honeys like I’m supposed to
I don't understand when a player bring his girlfriend to the club
Freakin’ all on the floor with his girlfriend in the club And wondering why these playas tryna holla at her
Just soon as she go to the bathroom, playa I'm gon’ holla at her
A dog on the prowl when I'm walking through the mall If I could I would flirt with all of y'all
Yeah, yeah, homie, you say she your girlfriend
But when I step up to her I'ma be like, "Cousin"
Believe me, man, this is how them playas do it in the Chi
And plus we got them Playerette Flirters in the Chi
Now, the moral of the story is cuff yo’ chick
‘Cause hey: I'm black, handsome, I sing, plus I'm rich and (I'm a flirt)

When I pull up to the club
All the shorties be like, “Damn, twenty-eights!”
Then I be like, “Girl, you know just who I am, don't hate!”
See, I done fell in love with a stripper, y’all
All I do is flirt with her, and I get them draws
And I don't need no help, I got it down pact
Teddy Paine was born to flirt, now you can't doubt that Now I'ma flirt whether I'm in or out of town
That's why they call me Teddy Bend-Her-Ass-Down
I be like, “Como se llama, lil’ mama? Me llamo Pain, what is yo’ name?
I'm feelin’ your vibe and I'm hopin’ you feel the same” I'ma wink my eye and let you know I got the game When I pass by I know exactly what you say:
“He's so fly, he's so cool…”
Hey shorty - What it do?
He mad ‘cause I'm lookin’ but I already touched her
I got yo’ boyfriend mad ‘cause I'm a flirt

Chorus

Now, if you walk up in the club with a bad chick
And she lookin’ at me then I'm gonna hit
Man, jacking for chicks – I tried to quit
But I'm a playa, homie, so I had to hit
While you buying her drinks in the club, acting like you in love
Stunting like you a thug - We were switching numbers! She look at you when I walk by
You turn yo’ head, she wink her eye
I can't help if she checking for a platinum type of guy She be calling me, “Daddy,”
And I be calling her, “Mommy,”
She be calling you, “Kelly,”
When yo’ name is Tommy!
I don't know what y’all be thinking when you bring ‘em round me
Let me remind you that I am the king of R&B
Do you know what that means?
That means if you love yo’ chick, don't bring her to the VIP,
‘Cause I might leave with your chick!
Just keeping it real, it's a player's field,
Don't take no chick to the club when you just met her ‘Cause I'ma flirt with her and he gon’ flirt with her
And if she looking that good, she gon’ flirt with…

I’m a flirt