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Tytuł: Shorty

  • Wykonawca: Jay-Z
  • Wy¶wietleń: 281
[Tone aka Trackmaster]
  So I told shorty I be producing, I be making those beats
  Be making those hits, ya know
  So I told her my name, My name is Tone
  She said "Town!!"
  You know like she never heard of me, ya know
  So I said okay you may know me by my other name
  Sometimes they call me
  
  [R. Kelly]
  TRACK-MAS-STER
  
  [Jay-Z]
  We see you Tone
  Tone the referee
  We see you, baby
  
  [R. Kelly]
  C'mon Shorty
  That nigga Hov
  
  [Jay-Z]
  Holla
  
  [R. Kelly]
  Yall niggas don't understand
  
  [Jay-Z]
  Uh-uh, they dont understand
  Flow for'em
  No lemme sing for em
  Just sing for'em
  
  [R. Kelly]
  Check It
  Mr. Kell
  Its like this, some of yall niggas got, legs for lips
  Running ya mouth mad cuz I, pop that Cris
  Go up in 3-10, and cop that six
  Then roll around with yo cheeesseee
  Some of yall niggas mad cuz I drop these hits
  Thug ass nigga, on some, R&B Shit
  Now that shit done fucked around and, made me rich
  And, For those of you who don't like it, yall can suck my "Uhhhh!!"
  These honies to my suite like I'm, the Pidi piper
  Body ass, hitin high notes, like they Mariah
  Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire
  She be like "Wooooooo", and I be like "Wooooooo"
  When her tides got high, fuck it Ima Don
  Runnin late for the studio, fuck it I'm bout to come
  Dress cold at club fuck it Air Force I's
  Said I wouldn't mention Sisqo, fuck he's a bum
  Ally boom, buaya, Hit you with the right hook
  You be like, what the fuck was that
  Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo
  Nigga yall best shit can't even fuck with our demo's
  Shorty
  
  [Chorus 2X: R. Kelly]
  From New York on to L.A. (Shorty)
  Chi-Town we freak the night away (Shorty)
  Miami all the pretty girls (Shorty)
  We know chicks all around the world (Shorty)
  
  [Jay-Z]
  Shorty, what yo name is?
  Shorty, who yo man is?
  C'mon and make moves with a dude who move cane
  Like a old man, you know who game this is, Young Hov
  Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll
  I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday
  Back to L.A.
  This aint rap, this is real, I could trip and have a meal
  In three hours ma the streets will be ours (Wooooooo)
  Shorty, I got something for you, Wouldn't give a chick a dime before
  but now I wanna spoil you
  Shorty, The trips to the gucc shop, getcha cooch hot
  How bout I do a helipads on the roof top
  Shorty, Ya hella rag, your my rock star Shorty
  Heres my number shit, you don't gotta to call me
  Shorty
  
  [Chorus 2x]
  
  [R. Kelly]
  I'm chillin in my 4.6, at the light
  5 o'clock in the morning, been drinking all night
  And, Plus I'm high, but it aint over
  4 slim bodies scooped me in a wide body rover
  Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa
  For all you R&B so called playas, I'm bout to coach ya
  Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha
  Tounge all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her
  Its The Best Of Both Worlds, stickin ya in the "uhhhhhh!!"
  Put ya hands up like it's money in the air
  We bout to rip these charts like Zorro Blade
  So hot your gonna need a cold glass of lemonade
  To all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spades
  In a nice crib, word up, drinking the Maid
  On the rizel my nizel, that nigga Jigga is the dizel
  R. Kizel in the hotel swizel's chicks on the mizel's
  
  [Chorus 2x]
  
  Shorty
  
  Shorty