Showdown [Featuring Ron Isley]

VERSE
I feel that the time is here
For you to bring your body here
And give me what I’ve waited for
Hurry up and come on in and close the door
I’m about to get up on it
Feed me girl cause I’m so hungry
Got plenty money but I’m still lonely
Gotta have ya now cause me so

B-SEC
Black and Asian girl, tattoo on your tummy
Thugged out as hell, but I’ma make you love me
Sip some aphrodisiac and baby girl it’s on
I promise you I will do all these words to this song

HOOK
Showdown, I’m about to lay your
Body down, rodeo be like
Up and down, ‘bout to show you how I
Throw down, It’s about to be a
Showdown, I’m about to lay your
Body down, my rodeo be like
Up and down, ‘bout to show you how I
Throw down, baby it’s about to be a

SKIT 1
Asia daddy’s home baby….Asia
What’s goin’ on?…Asia
What is this?
Hello….Hello?
Yeah Francis
Francis it’s me frank
Frank listen turn the music down
Yo Francis, is Asia over there?
Asia ain’t over here.
Well, do you know where she is?
Na, I don’t know where she is
You don’t know where she is
Na, I don’t know where she is. I ain’t got nothing, to do with all y’alls business.
Now wait a minute I didn’t ask you all that. I just want to know where she is.
If you don’t know…that’s it.
Then that’s it then.

VERSE
I’ll be making you my lady, S…E… got me goin crazy
Anything that you want me to do, I’ll do anything cause I’m feelin you
Off in the club girl you dance so freaky
Tongue diamond pierced with a look that’s kinky
Acting like you want me to turn you , attitude like what Kelly take me now

B-SEC
Black and Asian girl, tattoo on your tummy
Thugged out as hell, but I’ma make you love me
Sip some aphrodisiac and baby girl it’s on
I promise you I will do all these words to this song

HOOK
Showdown, I’m about to lay your
Body down, my rodeo be like
Up and down, bout to show you how I
Throw down, It’s about to be a
Showdown, I’m about to lay your
Body down, my rodeo be like
Up and down, bout to show you how I
Throw down, baby it’s about to be a



SKIT 2
Holla
Yeah T.J.
Yeah
Listen get up right now
I’m up man what ya need B
I need you ta meet me at the farm…oh and saddle up the horses we
We gonna take us a little ride
Word up I’m on my way

Angie……Angie wake up girl move over. I gotta go I’ll be back.
Whatch you mean, what’s going on?
Business.
What kind of business?
My business.
Can I come?
Haven’t you come enough?
TJ
No look, I’ll be back. Alright? Go to sleep.

RAP
Give me the mike so I can get buck wild
Like fiesta, fiesta still movin the crowd
Out of all the girls I loved before
Got plenty of honeys
Puff, puff give now let me hit it once more
Fake ass niggas get out and close my door
It’s my house for me to live, not yours
If I wanted to I could on the floors
Through the doors like a Western flick, the club is crunked
Henny and Cris, you know that boy’s toe up
Eight or nine black stallions ridin’ up
It’s Mr. Biggs screamin Showdown, I’m like what

MR. BIGGS
Now Kelly,
It’s not enough room in this town
For you and me so let’s get down
I’m sick and tired of you and this down low fight
From Contagious all the way to Mrs. Price
You’ve done it now with Miss black Asian
I knew something was funny when she stopped pagin
House, cars, shopping malls
Man I’ll tell you it’s the final call
Like a raging bull, I’m about to charge you
Kelly, you won’t see tomorrow
It’s time to put an end to your late night creeps
Now any last words before my pistol speaks?

R. KELLY
Mr. Biggs,
No disrespect but man I’m tired
Cuz all these years it’s my back you’ve been ridin
We been in and out of fights on these videos
Now it’s about time you felt the real rodeo
See I dated Lyla, 98 of September
You took her from me, yeah right you don’t remember
I remember so clearly, we were comin from an opera
How clever you were when you slipped her your number
Ooh-ooh, I know that makes y’all wanna know
Ooh-ooh, who’s really on the down low
You wonder why we’re always at it, there it is
Sleeves up, Mr. Biggs, cuz I’m about to get
Wild wild west, I’m sick and tired of your mess
You put me to the test, and now I’m stickin’ out my chest
So any last words before I draw these cannons
Cuz when the smoke clears, I’ll be the last man standin
At the
HOOK / VAMP