R. Kelly - Somebody's Girl Lyrics
[j] the sixty second assassin[r] trackmastahhhhhhhhhs[j] turn that music up![r] rocklaaaaaaaaand[r] hovahhhhhhhhh[j] woo! yes, yes[r. kelly + (jay-z)]Somebodys girl is at this party (woo!)Shakin that ass to this (uh-huh)Somebodys girl is at this party (woo!)Drink that glass of cris (thats right)Somebodys girl is at this party (uh)Sittin in v.i.p.Somebodys girl (yeah) is at this party (thats right)And shes comin home with me[jay-z]Ummmmmm.. I dont mean no harmBut your boy young hov got a mean ol armGot all the young ladies wanna lean on himAnd I dont turn them away, Im like - bring them onNow - wheres her man is not my concernIts not what Im worried about, Im just tryin to hurry her outClear her whole area outAnd bring this whole party little nearer to my houseNow - wheres her spouse? I dont knowSo, I dont ask, I dont probeI just - get in 6, get out on rovLet her, sip on cris, go out on toursNow - back at the lab, Im actin badCause the, pool is warm, a booze is onJust a - select few, the fools are goneIts slow jams and the grooves is on, groove on[chorus: r. kelly]Somebodys girl is at this partyShakin that ass to thisSomebodys girl is at this partyDrink that glass of crisSomebodys girl is at this partySittin in v.i.p.Somebodys girl is at this partyAnd shes comin home with me[jay-z]Uhh, is it my fault they call me young heat rockHardhead, go through walls like sheet rockAnd shes comin with me, when the beat stopWhen the party is done, I party with honNow - is it my fault you neglect your broadAnd she wanna party with me, no ex at all?No ex-boyfriend, no ex involvedJust the highway exit that we exit offAnd I - fall back, I let her talkI inquire sometime, I admire her mindI - like her wit, Im lovin her shoesIm a alternative rap, Im playin the bluesIm a thorough street nigga never breakin the rulesAnd her mans shortcomin is turnin me into somethinThat of which she has never seenSo she wanna crossover where the grass is green, knahmean?[chorus][jay-z]The moral of the story if you love your *****You better - hold your hoe, hug your *****You better - slow your roll, trick some breadWhen she wanna go out, you like craig and em saidSee ya when I see ya, now shes callin me upAnd Im like, geah, of course I wanna chillNow she with the real, and you all fedLike, ima crack her mother*****in fohead![chorus]
