Jay-Z – Shorty Lyrics  Share

From Jay-Z's album: The Best Of Both Worlds

(feat. R. Kelly)

(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 nigga Hov

(Jay-Z)
Holla

(R. Kelly)
Yall niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas mad cuz I drop these hits
Thug ass nigga, on some, R&B Shit
Now that shit done fucked around and, made me rich
And, For those of you who don^,t like it, yall can suck my "Uhhhh!!"
Leadin honies to my suite like I^,m, the pied piper
Have they ass, hittin high notes, like they Mariah
Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire
She be like "Wooooooo", and I be like "Wooooooo"
When her tides got high, fuck it I^,ma Don
Runnin late for the studio, fuck it I^,m bout to come
Dress cold at club fuck it Air Force I^,s
Said I wouldn^,t mention Sisqo, fuck he^,s a bum
Ally boom, buaya, Hit you with the right hook
You be like, what the fuck was that
[ Shorty lyrics from
http://www.musiclyricsnow.net/j/jayz/shorty/ ]
Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo
Nigga yall best shit can^,t even fuck with our demo^,s
Shorty

[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?
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 shit, 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 aint 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 nigga 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 glass of lemonade
To all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spades
In a nice crib, word up, drinking the Maid
On the rizel my nizel, that nigga Jigga is the dizel
R. Kizel in the hotel swizel^,s chicks on the knizel^,s

Chorus 2x

Shorty

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