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Tytuł: Somebody's Girl

  • Wykonawca: Jay-Z
  • Wy¶wietleń: 604
[J] The sixty second assassin
  [R] TrackMastahhhhhhhhhs
  [J] Turn that music up!
  [R] Rocklaaaaaaaaand
  [R] Hovahhhhhhhhh
  [J] Woo! Yes, yes
  
  [R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]
  Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!)
  Shakin that ass to this (uh-huh)
  Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!)
  Drink that glass of Cris' (that's right)
  Somebody's girl is at this party (uh)
  Sittin in V.I.P.
  Somebody's girl (yeah) is at this party (that's right)
  And she's comin home with me
  
  [Jay-Z]
  Ummmmmm.. I don't mean no harm
  But your boy young Hov' got a mean ol' arm
  Got all the young ladies wanna lean on him
  And I don't turn them away, I'm like - bring them on
  Now - where's her man is not my concern
  It's not what I'm worried about, I'm just tryin to hurry her out
  Clear her whole area out
  And bring this whole party little nearer to my house
  Now - where's her spouse? I don't know
  So, I don't ask, I don't probe
  I just - get in 6, get out on Rov'
  Let her, sip on Cris', go out on tours
  Now - back at the lab, I'm actin bad
  Cause the, pool is warm, a booze is on
  Just a - select few, the fools are gone
  It's slow jams and the grooves is on, groove on
  
  [Chorus: R. Kelly]
  Somebody's girl is at this party
  Shakin that ass to this
  Somebody's girl is at this party
  Drink that glass of Cris'
  Somebody's girl is at this party
  Sittin in V.I.P.
  Somebody's girl is at this party
  And she's comin home with me
  
  [Jay-Z]
  Uhh, is it my fault they call me young heat rock
  Hardhead, go through walls like sheet rock
  And she's comin with me, when the beat stop
  When the party is done, I party with hon
  Now - is it my fault you neglect your broad
  and she wanna party with me, no ex at all?
  No ex-boyfriend, no ex involved
  Just the highway exit that we exit off
  And I - fall back, I let her talk
  I inquire sometime, I admire her mind
  I - like her wit, I'm lovin her shoes
  I'm a alternative rap, I'm playin the blues
  I'm a thorough street nigga never breakin the rules
  And her man's shortcomin is turnin me into somethin
  that of which she has never seen
  So she wanna crossover where the grass is green, knahmean?
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Jay-Z]
  The moral of the story if you love your bitch
  you better - hold your hoe, hug your bitch
  You better - slow your roll, trick some bread
  When she wanna go out, you like Craig and 'em said
  "See ya when I see ya," now she's callin me up
  And I'm like, "Geah, of course I wanna chill"
  Now she with the real, and you all fed
  Like, "I'ma crack her motherfuckin fo'head!"
  
  [Chorus]