Paroles Somebody's girl R. Kelly

Somebody's girl

[j] the sixty second assassin
[r] trackmastahhhhhhhhhs
[j] turn that music up!
[r] rocklaaaaaaaaand
[r] hovahhhhhhhhh
[j] woo! yes, yes

[r. kelly + (jay-z)]
Somebodys girl is at this party (woo!)
Shakin that ass to this (uh-huh)
Somebodys girl is at this party (woo!)
Drink that glass of cris (thats right)
Somebodys girl is at this party (uh)
Sittin in v.i.p.
Somebodys girl (yeah) is at this party (thats right)
And shes comin home with me

[jay-z]
Ummmmmm.. I dont mean no harm
But your boy young hov got a mean ol arm
Got all the young ladies wanna lean on him
And I dont turn them away, Im like - bring them on
Now - wheres her man is not my concern
Its not what Im worried about, Im just tryin to hurry her out
Clear her whole area out
And bring this whole party little nearer to my house
Now - wheres her spouse? I dont know
So, I dont ask, I dont probe
I just - get in 6, get out on rov
Let her, sip on cris, go out on tours
Now - back at the lab, Im actin bad
Cause the, pool is warm, a booze is on
Just a - select few, the fools are gone
Its slow jams and the grooves is on, groove on

[chorus: r. kelly]
Somebodys girl is at this party
Shakin that ass to this
Somebodys girl is at this party
Drink that glass of cris
Somebodys girl is at this party
Sittin in v.i.p.
Somebodys girl is at this party
And shes comin home with me

[jay-z]
Uhh, is it my fault they call me young heat rock
Hardhead, go through walls like sheet rock
And shes comin with me, when the beat stop
When the party is done, I party with hon
Now - is it my fault you neglect your broad
And she wanna party with me, no ex at all?
No ex-boyfriend, no ex involved
Just the highway exit that we exit off
And I - fall back, I let her talk
I inquire sometime, I admire her mind
I - like her wit, Im lovin her shoes
Im a alternative rap, Im playin the blues
Im a thorough street nigga never breakin the rules
And her mans shortcomin is turnin me into somethin
That of which she has never seen
So she wanna crossover where the grass is green, knahmean?

[chorus]

[jay-z]
The moral of the story if you love your bitch
You better - hold your hoe, hug your bitch
You better - slow your roll, trick some bread
When she wanna go out, you like craig and em said
See ya when I see ya, now shes callin me up
And Im like, geah, of course I wanna chill
Now she with the real, and you all fed
Like, ima crack her motherfuckin fohead!

[chorus]