Shorty - R. Kelly & JAY-Z: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

R. Kelly & JAY-Z

Shorty

5,606

Hip-Hop/Rap

Shorty was released on March 19, 2002 by Roc Nation / Jay-Z as a part of the album The Best of Both Worlds

Song Details

AlbumThe Best of Both Worlds

Release DateMarch 19, 2002

LabelRoc Nation / Jay-Z

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM90

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

R. Kelly

Performer

JAŸ-Z

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Robert Sylvester Kelly

Robert Sylvester Kelly

Composer

Shawn Carter

Composer

Samuel Barnes

Composer

Jean-Claude Oliver

Jean-Claude Oliver

Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

So I told shorty I be producing, I be making them beats

Makin' them hits, you now

So I told her my name, my name is Tone

She said, "Town?"

You know like she never heard of me, you know

So I said, "Okay, you may know by my other name

Sometimes they call me

Trackmaster"

[Verse 2]

We see you, Tone

Tone the referee

(Shorty)

We see you, baby

Uh-huh

Come on shorty

That **** Hov

[Verse 3]

(Holla)

These **** don't understand

Uh-uh, they don't understand

(Shorty)

Flow for 'em, let me sing for 'em, just sing for 'em

(Shorty)

Check it, Mr. Kell

[Verse 4]

Now it's like this

Some of y'all **** got legs for lips

Runnin' your mouth mad 'cause I pop that Cris

Go up in 3-10 and cop that six

Then roll around with your chick

Some of y'all mad 'cause I drop these hits

Thug a** **** on some R&B sh**

Now that sh** done f***** around and made me rich

For those who don't like it, y'all can suck my

[Verse 5]

Lead honeys to my suite like I'm the Pied Piper

Got they **** hittin' high notes like they Mariah

Get that ***sy wet enough to put out a bonfire

She be like, "Woo" and I be like "Woo"

Runner tax got high, **ck it, I'm a Don

Runnin' late for the studio, **ck it, I'm 'bout to come

Dress cold at the club, **ck it, Air Force 1's

Said I wouldn't mention Sisqo, **ck it, he's a bum

(Ali bomaye) Hit you with the right hook

You be like, "What the f*** was that?"

Me and Jigga, we are like the industry's popo

**** your best sh** can't even ***k with our demos

(Shorty)

[Verse 6]

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)

[Verse 7]

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

[Verse 8]

Shorty, what yo name is?

Shorty, who yo man is?

[Verse 9]

Come on and make moves with a dude who move ****

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 or have a meal in three hours, ma

The streets'd be ours

[Verse 10]

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

Get ya **** hot

How about I do it, helipad's on the rooftop

Ya hella rag, you're my rockstar shorty

Here's my number, shit, you ain't gotta call me

(Shorty)

[Verse 11]

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)

[Verse 12]

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

[Verse 13]

I'm chillin' in my 4.6 at the light

5 o'clock in the morning, been drinkin' all night

And plus I'm high but it ain't over

Four slim bodies scooped me in a wide-boy Rover

Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa

All you R&B so-called playas, I'm 'bout to coach ya

(Sit right there) Now watch me freak your girl, ****

Tongue all down her throat as if a **** was tryna choke her

[Verse 14]

It's the best of both worlds, stickin' ya in the

Put your hands up like it's money in the air

We 'bout to rip these charts like Zorro Blade

So hot you're gonna need a cold glass of lemonade

To all my real live **** that shoot dice and play spades

In a nice crib, word up, jukin' the maid

On the rizzle my nizzle that **** Jigga is the dizzle

R. Kizzle in the hotel, swizzle chicks on the mizzles

(Shorty)

[Verse 15]

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)

[Verse 16]

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

Written by: Jean-Claude Oliver, Robert Sylvester Kelly, Samuel Barnes, Shawn Carter

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