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[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]
Translate to:
[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]