S. Barnes - Shorty lyrics

(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 n***a Hov (Jay-Z) Holla (R. Kelly) Yall n***as 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 n***as 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 chiiick Some of yall n***as mad cuz I drop these hits Thug a** n***a, on some, R&B sh** Now that sh** done f**ed around and, made me rich And, For those of you who don't like it, yall can s** my "Uhhhh!!" Leadin honies to my suite like I'm, the pied piper Have they a**, hittin high notes, like they Mariah Get that p**y wet enough to put out a bonfire She be like "Wooooooo", and I be like "Wooooooo" When her tides got high, f** it I'mma Don Runnin late for the studio, f** it I'm bout to come Dress cold at club f** it Air Force I's Said I wouldn't mention Sisqo, f** he's a bum Ally boom, buaya, Hit you with the right hook You be like, what the f** was that Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo n***a yall best sh** can't even f** with our demo's Shorty [Hook 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 ain't rap, this is real, I could trick a half a mill' 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 rad, your my rock star Shorty Heres my number sh**, 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 ain't 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 n***a 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 gla** of lemonade To all my real live n***as, that shoot dice and play spades In a nice crib, word up, juking the Maid On the rizel my nizel, that n***a Jigga is the dizel R. Kizel in the hotel swizel's chicks on the knizel's Chorus 2x Shorty Shorty