SHORTY

So I told Shorty I'd be producing, I'd be making them beats Making them hits, you know So I told her my name, my name was Tom She said; “Tom! ” like she never heard of me So I said O.K., you may know me by my other name Sometimes they call be, Jack The Star Shorty… It's like this, some of your nigga's got legs for lips Running your month mad 'cause I pop that Cris Go up in 310 and cop that 6 Then roll around with your chick Some of your nigga's mad 'cause I drop these hits Thugged ass nigga on some R&B shit But that shit, done fucked around and made me rich And for those who don't like it, ya'll can suck my... Lead honeys to my suite like I'm the Pierre Piper Body ass hitting high notes like, Mariah Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bomb fire She be like whoo and I be like whooo Run the town sky-high, fuck it, I'm about to come Dress code at the club, fuck it, Air Force One Thought I wouldn't mention Sisqo, fuck it, he's a bum Highly boom by yae, hit you with the right hook You me like, what the fuck was that Me and Jigga we are like the industry's Po-Po Nigga, your best shit couldn't fuck with our demos Shorty - 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 - 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, what your name is! Shorty, two your man is! Come on and make moves with a dude who move Cain Like a old man you who game this is Young Hov, name is respected, in 50 different languages Mommy, come roll, I'll keep a jet on a runway Sunday in Paris, London on Monday, back to L.A. This ain't rap, this is real I could trick a half a million in three hours man The streets would be ours Shorty, I got something for you! Wouldn't give a chic a dime before But now I wanna spoil you Shorty, the trips to the Gucci shop, get your cooch hot How about I do tell a pas on a roof top Your held a rag, you're my rock star, Shorty Here's my number, shit, you ain't got to call me Shorty - 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 - 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 I'm chilling in my 4.6 at the light Five o'clock in the morning, been drinking all night And plus I'm high but it ain't over Four slim bodies scooped me on a wide body rover Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa All of you R&B so-called players, I'm about to coach you Sit right there now watch me freak your chik chocha Tongue all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her It's the best of both worlds, stick it in... Put your hands up like it's money in the air We about to rip these charts like Zorro Blade So hot you gonna need a cold glass of lemonade To all my real live nigga's that shoot dice and play spade And a rice crib, word up, juking the maid And the rizzle my nizzle that nigga Jigga is the dizzle My kizzle in the hotel swizzle chicks on the nizzles Shorty - 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 - 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