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, Track Master We see you Tone Tone the referee we see you, baby C'mon Shorty, that nigga Hov, holla Y'all niggas don't understand Uh uh, they don't understand Flow for 'em No lemme sing for 'em Just sing for 'em Check It, Mr. Kell Its like this, some of y'all niggas got, legs for lips Running ya mouth mad 'cause I, pop that Cris Go up in 3-10, and cop that six Then roll around with yo chick Some of y'all niggas mad 'cause I drop these hits Thug ass nigga, on some, R and B shit Now that shit done fucked around and, made me rich And, for those of you who don't like it, y'all can suck my "Uh" 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 woo, and I be like woo 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 Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo Nigga y'all best shit can't even fuck with our demo's Shorty 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) 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) 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 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 Gucci shop, getcha cooch hot How bout I do a helipads on the roof top Shorty, Ya hella rad, your my rock star Shorty Here's my number shit, you don't gotta to call me, Shorty 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) 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) 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 ain't 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 and B so called playas, I'm bout to coach ya Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha Tongue all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her It's 'The Best Of Both Worlds', stickin' ya in the "Uh" 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 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) 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) Shorty Shorty