Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
R. Kelly
Performer
JAY-Z
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
R. Kelly
Composer
Shawn Carter
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R. Kelly
Producer
TOMMY CAPRI
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Uh, y'all know what this is
Now would be a good time to start bobbin' your heads
Kells, and it, and it, uh
[Verse 2]
Excuse me, miss, don't meant to interrupt
But you the hottest chick in this club
The way you shake your ass to this beat
It's like your booty got dancin' feet
I wanna take you home in my Hummer jeep
All over me while you ridin' the beep-beep
I just really wanna taste your ice cream
It's the weekend, baby, I got the room keys
Go on, girl, the way you do me
This is something like a fantasy
You that girl from the magazine
BET, or MTV
So, baby, let me take you to my ecstasy
Pull up to the club on them 23s
Girl, you got that shit in your hip
That make me wanna spend money
[Verse 3]
Pretty girls (Where you at?)
I'm talkin' to the ones that came alone
Pretty girls (Put your hands up)
The single ones we wanna take you home, come on
Pretty girls (You make me wanna shout)
Let's go
[Verse 4]
Whether you're tall like Lisa Leslie
Or short like the barrel on that baby, 380
Pretty lady, I got a ride to fit yo' frame
From the coupe to the big Mercedes
Christmas, baby, these groundhogs stay with the cash
And the black card ain't got no max
Fall back, blow on some Marrakesh hash
With more Manolos than Sarah Jess' had
How you gon' go back to dudes with little sacks?
Little kiddie chromes in they itty bitty homes
Fuckin' up your lungs, puffin' that homegrown
You should be with us, cuttin' in Hong Kong
Straight shots of Patrón and Dom Pérignon
Guys, your girls say, "Shawn, very long"
So if you ain't afraid of catchin' a love jones
Get with Coach Dean Smith, bitch, get in the zone, come on
[Verse 5]
Pretty girls (Where you at?)
I'm talkin' to the ones that came alone
Pretty girls (Put your hands up)
The single ones we wanna take you home, come on
Pretty girls (Uh, you make me wanna shout)
Let's go
[Verse 6]
Tell me what you're drinkin' at the bar, ma
I'm gonna buy, ma, anybody tell you you's a star, ma?
You remind me of my car, ma, no ignition
I start the coupe up from the kitchen
My pretty girls get plenty attention
When it comes to sex, get plenty of inches
We shop like we all broke detention
We club like we at an alcoholic's convention
Hit the 'tel with two chicks and she with it
Mama got down like the floor when she did it
Pretty girls, keep shakin' ass now, mama
This party's not over
[Verse 7]
Pretty girls (Where you at?)
I'm talkin' to the ones that came alone
Pretty girls (Put your hands up)
The single ones we wanna take you home, come on
Pretty girls (Uh, you make me wanna shout)
Let's go
What's your name, what city you representin', ma?
Where the hands on all the pretty girls, ma?
For the players and the hustlers in the club, nah
For all my **** who be sippin' pimp juice, nah
Pretty girls
I'm talkin' to the ones that came alone
Pretty girls
The single ones we wanna take you home
Pretty girls, let's go
Written by: Robert Sylvester Kelly, Shawn Carter

