Shorty
by R Kelly
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(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 cheeesseee
Some of yall n***as mad cuz I drop these hits
Thug ass n***a, on some, R&B s**t
Now that s**t done f**ked around and, made me rich
And, For those of you who don´t like it, yall can suck my "Uhhhh!!"
These honies to my suite like I´m, the Pidi piper
Body ass, hitin 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, f**k it Ima Don
Runnin late for the studio, f**k it I´m bout to come
Dress cold at club f**k it Air Force I´s
Said I wouldn´t mention Sisqo, f**k he´s a bum
Ally boom, buaya, Hit you with the right hook
You be like, what the f**k was that
Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo
n***a yall best s**t can´t even f**k 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 aint rap, this is real, I could trip and have a meal
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 rag, your my rock star Shorty
Heres my number s**t, 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 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 glass of lemonade
To all my real live n***as, that shoot dice and play spades
In a nice crib, word up, drinking the Maid
On the rizel my nizel, that n***a Jigga is the dizel
R. Kizel in the hotel swizel´s chicks on the mizel´s
Chorus 2x
Shorty
Shorty
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 cheeesseee
Some of yall n***as mad cuz I drop these hits
Thug ass n***a, on some, R&B s**t
Now that s**t done f**ked around and, made me rich
And, For those of you who don´t like it, yall can suck my "Uhhhh!!"
These honies to my suite like I´m, the Pidi piper
Body ass, hitin 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, f**k it Ima Don
Runnin late for the studio, f**k it I´m bout to come
Dress cold at club f**k it Air Force I´s
Said I wouldn´t mention Sisqo, f**k he´s a bum
Ally boom, buaya, Hit you with the right hook
You be like, what the f**k was that
Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo
n***a yall best s**t can´t even f**k 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 aint rap, this is real, I could trip and have a meal
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 rag, your my rock star Shorty
Heres my number s**t, 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 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 glass of lemonade
To all my real live n***as, that shoot dice and play spades
In a nice crib, word up, drinking the Maid
On the rizel my nizel, that n***a Jigga is the dizel
R. Kizel in the hotel swizel´s chicks on the mizel´s
Chorus 2x
Shorty
Shorty
