R. Kelly - Shorty Lyrics
[tone aka trackmaster]So I told shorty I be producing, I be making those beatsBe making those hits, ya knowSo I told her my name, my name is toneShe said town!!You know like she never heard of me, ya knowSo I said okay you may know me by my other nameSometimes they call me[r. kelly]Track-mas-ster[jay-z]We see you toneTone the refereeWe see you, baby[r. kelly]Cmon shortyThat nigga hov[jay-z]Holla[r. kelly]Yall niggas dont understand[jay-z]Uh-uh, they dont understandFlow foremNo lemme sing for emJust sing forem[r. kelly]Check itMr. kellIts like this, some of yall niggas got, legs for lipsRunning ya mouth mad cuz i, pop that crisGo up in 3-10, and cop that sixThen roll around with yo cheeesseeeSome of yall niggas mad cuz I drop these hitsThug ass nigga, on some, r&b shitNow that shit done *****ed around and, made me richAnd, for those of you who dont like it, yall can suck my uhhhh!!These honies to my suite like im, the pidi piperBody ass, hitin high notes, like they mariahGet that ***** wet enough to put out a bonfireShe be like wooooooo, and I be like woooooooWhen her tides got high, ***** it ima donRunnin late for the studio, ***** it Im bout to comeDress cold at club ***** it air force isSaid I wouldnt mention sisqo, ***** hes a bumAlly boom, buaya, hit you with the right hookYou be like, what the ***** was thatMe and jigga, we are like the industries popoNigga yall best shit cant even ***** with our demosShorty[chorus 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?Cmon and make moves with a dude who move caneLike a old man, you know who game this is, young hovName is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come rollI keep a jet on the runway, sunday in paris, london on mondayBack to l.a.This aint rap, this is real, I could trip and have a mealIn three hours ma the streets will be ours (wooooooo)Shorty, I got something for you, wouldnt give a chick a dime beforeBut now I wanna spoil youShorty, the trips to the gucc shop, getcha cooch hotHow bout I do a helipads on the roof topShorty, ya hella rag, your my rock star shortyHeres my number shit, you dont gotta to call meShorty[chorus 2x][r. kelly]Im chillin in my 4.6, at the light5 oclock in the morning, been drinking all nightAnd, plus Im high, but it aint over4 slim bodies scooped me in a wide body roverPanties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofaFor all you r&b so called playas, Im bout to coach yaSit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chochaTounge all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke herIts the best of both worlds, stickin ya in the uhhhhhh!!Put ya hands up like its money in the airWe bout to rip these charts like zorro bladeSo hot your gonna need a cold glass of lemonadeTo all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spadesIn a nice crib, word up, drinking the maidOn the rizel my nizel, that nigga jigga is the dizelR. kizel in the hotel swizels chicks on the mizels[chorus 2x]ShortyShorty
