Aww S***! Lyrics - Kelis Was Here - Kelis

Lookin' too fly walkin' to the bar 

Niggas wanna stop, askin' who I are 

Hands on my waist tryna find out 

If I'm gonna flip off of one drink 

And can he get down 

I'm a rock hip-hop pop star 

You check out the doe and the fast car 

Never run from nothin' when I come through 

Roll with the realest that can take out your whole crew 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

I can make a whole song talk shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

I can make a whole song talk shit! 

I don't like to dance to a slow song 

You're too close and I can't get my groove on 

Drop a beat and let a girl feel somethin' 

I'm so gutter, watch my two-step do somethin' 

Tippy-toes tip and make a mean walk 

I ain't tryna listen to your big talk 

High off my drink for the third time 

Boy, come and get it 

Watch me make these niggas fall in line 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

I can make a whole song talk shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

I can make a whole song talk shit! 

Bout to head to the hills fore I pass out 

Get my coat from the check fore I spaz out 

Pull my whip to the front and I jump in 

Catch a look comin' from the niggas in the black Benz 

Red light and now they tryna hop in 

(Remember when I was in school, I was your boyfriend?) 

Got the tint so we never entertain those 

Hungry-ass groupies on the phone like they got hoes 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

I can make a whole song talk shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

I can make a whole song talk shit! 

Now I'm feelin' mmm, mmm good 

Eyes filled up with the bloodshots 

Look like a lay-up with the lights out 

Now he's tryna get a lick but I'm all gone 

Keep, keep talkin' 

Keep, keep talkin' 

Keep, keep talkin' 

Keep, keep talkin' 

Who's this man who's not star? 

Yet you wondering who I are 

On track with rock hip-hop star, the pop star 

Who the man behind hot bars? 

Smoke, I'm soon to be popular 

Now, where he from? 

Is it my city, your city? 

All you need to know, I come from a dope city 

Never shoot the boys, still keep the dope Bentley 

Taste to the kush with a chase of the Henny 

And when I'm lookin' for a freak, really picky-picky 

And if it smell icky, tell her pull up her Vickie's 

But if it smell alright, I might do the licky-licky 

Let you suck on my neck but, please, no hicky-hickies 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

I can make a whole song talk shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

(Hicky-hicky-hicky) 

Aww shit! 

I can make a whole song talk shit!