Slow Dance (Hey Mr. DJ) [Video Mix] - R. Kelly

Aah, Backstreet Yes yes y'all One time, here we go (Yes yes y'all) Yes yes y'all I could tell when I stepped in the room And I saw you standing there And I thought by the way that you move I couldn't help the way I stared There was some mysterious force Leading me here to you Lead me (lead me) to you (to you) So I stood there watching And I was hypnotised By the rhythm of your body And the music in your eyes And I was lost inside your world with you Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' this song for me Out on the floor in my arms she's gotta be Let's get it on, jam all night long Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ please play it for me Now it feels like it could be romance As we dance across the floor Every move that your body makes Only makes me want you more And it seems like time's movin' fast How can we make it last Make it (make it) last (last, so long) As we keep on dancing I am hypnotised By the rhythm of your body And the music in you eyes And I was lost inside your world with you Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' this song for me Out on the floor in my arms she's gotta be Let's get it on, jam all night long Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, play it, play it, play it for me Close your eyes And imagine (just imagine) Let the music let you reverse on, yeah I get lost, lost inside a girl When you do the things you do Come on and work your body, work your body Hey Mr. DJ, jam all night long Hey Mr. DJ, play that song for me Hey Mr. DJ, jam all night long Hey Mr. DJ, play that song for me Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' this song for me Out on the floor in my arms she's gotta be Let's get it on (Let's get it on) Jam all night long Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ, play it, play DJ Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' this song for me Out on the floor in my arms she's gotta be Let's get it on, jam all night long Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ play it, play it, play it for me DJ Keep it goin' Mr. DJ Keep it goin' Mr. DJ Keep it goin' Mr. DJ Keep it goin' Mr. DJ Keep it goin' Mr. DJ Keep it goin' Mr. DJ

Hey mr dj get up Don't stop the party We like the beatles hand up For Paul McCartney X4 If you wanna be deejay David Guetta you must play If you like to wear Denim In your set play fatboy slim If you like the one Swedish House mafia run If you are so lucky Say hello to Chuckie If you really like the mike You must play with Paul Van Dyk Who's the number one Vancouver It's Tiesto or Van Buuren If you like the rules Say hello to Judge Jules If you don't like trance I come with Roger Sanchez The minimal confronting With Sven Vath and Richie Hawtin Loco dice Marco Carolla Villalobos Zabiela Como como se dici Best producer is Avicii Dr Kucho Afrojack Tomas Gold or Daft Punk But remember party people We love Rolling Stones and Beatles X2 Hey mr dj get up Don't stop the party We like the beatles hand up For Paul McCartney X2 If you like the waves of House Eric Prydz is Johann Strauss If you like to hear your song Sen on E-Mail to Pete Tong To be a billionaire Like mr Bob Sinclar In the plane to Paris To meet Calvin Harris If you like to play all night Add the tool room wiht Marc Knight You're the fan of Al Pacino Make the hits like Gaudino Dance around the clock With Australians tv rock Best dj's Italiani Vamus Nari and Milani Aynapa Frech Rivera MIkonos Robbie Rivera Kazantip and Saint Tropez Miami Ibiza Wally lopez Bora Bora Pacha Space Fedde le Grand give you the bass Gregor Salto, Laidback Luke Carl Cox or Markus Shulz But remember party people We love Rolling Stones and Beatles X2 Hey mr dj get up Don't stop the party We like the beatles hand up For Paul McCartney X2

My skin is my cape, huh My black is not beige, huh Natural face, huh That's how I wake up No love for the fake ones You get what you give, huh Bills, bills, bills, bills, spend Kelendria rich, huh Talk saucy and nice, but this shit is sweet Whole 'nother side that you never seen I sow my tithes, you watch 'em reap I talk to God, my minutes are free Two double G's, two double G Cost the walk through fee Lil shit back then, I let that slide and get by me All they tryna get is a act from me And it's all for the reach Back-back up off of me, back up off of me Rose petals on my feet Kelly got bands, Kelly got check Kelly got wig, Kelly got deals Kelly got class, Kelly got ass Kelly's got a man, Kelly pop tags Kelly got flex, Kelly got wheels Kelly got drip, Kelly got a stash Kelly got a house, big house on a hill Kelly's so blessed, big class XL Kelly ain't-Kelly ain't got no chill Kelly don't really give a fuck how you feel Kelly ain't humble no mo' nigga Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga Kelly ain't humble no mo' nigga Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga Go Kelly go, go go Kelly go Go Kelly go, go go Kelly Cop that bag if it's designer I'm so rich that I ain't buy it Don't get tired, I'm too wired Light it up and get inspired All my business, keep it private You know bosses move in silence And I ride it like it's stolen 'Cuz my name is Kelly Rowland, ah Everyday I meet the quota Bitch I really thought it was over I'll always be around, thought I told you Back up off of me, back up off of me 'Fore I get to clapping that annoy ya Kelly got bands, Kelly got check Kelly got wig, Kelly got deals Kelly got class, Kelly got ass Kelly's got a man, Kelly pop tags Kelly got flex, Kelly got wheels Kelly got drip, Kelly got a stash Kelly got a house, big house on a hill Kelly's so blessed, big class XL Kelly ain't-Kelly ain't got no chill Kelly don't really give a fuck how you feel Kelly ain't humble no mo' nigga Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga Kelly ain't humble no mo' nigga Kelly got a foot on your throat nigga Go Kelly go, go go Kelly go Go Kelly go, go go Kelly

Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile? Am I too dirty? Am I too flirty? Do I like what you like? I could be wholesome, I could be loathsome Guess I'm a little bit shy Why don't you like me? Don't you like me Without making me try? I tried to be like Grace Kelly But all her looks were too sad So I tried a little Freddie I've gone identity mad (Mad, mad, mad!) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! How can I help, how can I help How can I help what you think? Hello my baby, hello my baby Putting my life on the brink Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me? Why don't you like yourself? Should I bend over? Should I look older To be put on your shelf? I tried to be like Grace Kelly But all her looks were too sad, yeah So I tried a little Freddie I've gone identity mad! (Mad, mad, mad!) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky Could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! Alright Grace Kelly Here we go I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, I could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? (Why?) I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky Could be hurtful, could be purple I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Don't you like me? Walk out the door! (Oh, yeah) (Why don't you walk out that door) Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Grace, Grace, Grace) walk out the door! (Grace, Grace Kelly)

We gonna let it smoke What's baby? I wanna hit that You qanna hit this? It's 3am and I'm not with him It's the moment that I know we've both been waiting for Now we can pretend we're together again In the dark letting this slow chill take control And we ain't supposed to be doin this We know the consequence But we're past the limit and there ain't no turnin' back now You already got my body gripped Yeah boy you know I like that shit So we're past the limit And there ain't no turnin' back now Might as well go all the way Hey there ain't no such thing as a half mistake So baby boy we might as well go all the way Might as well go all the way Might as well go all the way You don't know if your addicted till you relapse From detox of lovin' each other If just for an hour or two or three Till six in the morning Do you have a good excuse To be on the down low with me In the tele suite We know that we ain't supposed to be doin this We know the consequence But we're past the limit And there ain't no turnin back now I already got the Magnum glove You already got your ass poked up So we're past the limit And there ain't no turnin back now Might as well go all the way Hey there ain't no such thing as a half mistake So baby boy we might as well go all the way Might as well go all the way Might as well go all the way You don't know if your addicted till you relapse I'm right back smokin' you You're right back injectin' me Love is in our veins ain't it I'm right back smokin' you You're right back injectin' me Guess there ain't no cure We might as well go all the way You know you're wrong for this, I know And I know you've got somebody, Oh well baby But he ain't here no So we might as well, might as well, do what we wanna do You know how I like it, oh boy Don't it feel good to be back together If only for a moment, a minute, an hour For just one night, one night 'Bout to hit it out the park again Going, going, going gone Going, going, going gone Going, going, going gone Close the curtains, potential remix

Damn all these muthafuckas are here Can you believe this shit? All these muthafuckas claiming to be R. Kelly But they don't know who he is I'm R.Kelly (that's for damn sure) Look at the muthafucka over there he didn't even got all teeth What the fuck is he trying to be I am R. Kelly (Yeah, Right) But they don't know who The Real R. Kelly is Okay, Now would the real R.Kelly please stand up? Now that's what i'm talking about now. Come on man. Nigga you ain't no R. Kelly