SOMEBODY'S GIRL

Somebody's girl is at this party Shaking that ass to this Somebody's girl is at this party Drinking that glass of Cris Somebody's girl is at this party Sitting in V.I.P. Somebody's girl is at this party And she's coming home with me I don't mean harm But your boy young Hov got a mean old arm And 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, it's not my concern It's not what I'm worried about, I'm just trying 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 six, get out on road Let her sip on Cris, go out on toes Now, back at the lab I'm macking back 'Cause the pool is warm, my booze is on Just a select few, the fools are gone The slow jams and grooves is on, groove on! Somebody's girl is at this party Shaking that ass to this Somebody's girl is at this party Drinking that glass of Cris Somebody's girl is at this party Sitting in V.I.P. Somebody's girl is at this party And she's coming home with me Is it fault they call me Young Heat Rock Hard head go through walls like sheet rocks And she's coming with me when the beats stop And the party is done, I party with hum Now, is it my fault you neglect your broad And she wanna party with me No ex @ all, no ex-boyfriend, no “ex”involve Just a highway exit that we exit off And I fall back, I let her talk I enquire sometime, I admire her mind, I like her wear I'm loving her shoes, I'm alternative rap I'm playing the blues, I'm a dark street nigga Never breaking the rules And the man short coming is turning me in to something That of which she has never seen So she wanna cross over where the grass is green, yeah Somebody's girl is at this party Shaking that ass to this Somebody's girl is at this party Drinking that glass of Cris Somebody's girl is at this party Sitting in V.I.P. Somebody's girl is at this party And she's coming home with me 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 you when I see you, now she calling me up And I'm like, yeah, of course I wanna chill Now she with the real and you all fed Like I'm a crack her mother fucking forehead Somebody's girl is at this party Shaking that ass to this Somebody's girl is at this party Drinking that glass of Cris Somebody's girl is at this party Sitting in V.I.P. Somebody's girl is at this party And she's coming home with me