Magic Chick Do or Die (Ft. R. Kelly)

(R. Kelly, talking)
Oh! Ladies it's ya boyfriend, Kels
Do or Die, I told y'all
We lookin' for them magic chicks
The ones that can make that thing do magic tricks
We see ya in the clubs
Everywhere, around the world
Let's go

(Hook, R. Kelly)
Lookin' for that magic chick
Who wants to disappear
And get out of here, real quick
And get off in her good
And lick that magic stick
So put your hands up high
If you're a magic chick
Bounce up and down
If you can make that ass do tricks
Wooo!

(Verse 1, N.A.R.D)
What the business? Let me holla at ya shawty
I wanna get up wit'cha blubber, and know yo name
I could spit it like I spit it, but I gotta be Chuch! (Chuch, chuch)
When I tip off and blow yo brain
I could get'cha numb, like raw cocaine
When I'm grinnin' and I'm rubbin' ya thighs, man
Can't explain how ya got me risin'
Sip a little pimp and let her get a little hypnotized
Recognize, wit' the pretty eyes, seven forty-five
When we bendin' in the raw like this
First seat, box Lexus'es
Drop down, like that's the shit
You can tell me what you really wanna tell me
In the back seat, you can lick and blow
Affiliated wit' the niggas in the cut
Tell 'em voodoo, that's what's up