Текст песни R. Kelly - Somebody`s Girl
R. Kelly - Somebody`s Girl слова песни
[J] The sixty second assassin[R] TrackMastahhhhhhhhhs[J] Turn that music up![R] Rocklaaaaaaaaand[R] Hovahhhhhhhhh[J] Woo! Yes, yes[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]Somebody`s girl is at this party (woo!)Shakin that ass to this (uh-huh)Somebody`s girl is at this party (woo!)Drink that glass of Cris` (that`s right)Somebody`s girl is at this party (uh)Sittin in V.I.P.Somebody`s girl (yeah) is at this party (that`s right)And she`s comin home with me[Jay-Z]Ummmmmm.. I don`t mean no harmBut your boy young Hov` got a mean ol` armGot all the young ladies wanna lean on himAnd I don`t turn them away, I`m like - bring them onNow - where`s her man is not my concernIt`s not what I`m worried about, I`m just tryin to hurry her outClear her whole area outAnd bring this whole party little nearer to my houseNow - where`s her spouse? I don`t knowSo, I don`t ask, I don`t probeI just - get in 6, get out on Rov`Let her, sip on Cris`, go out on toursNow - back at the lab, I`m actin badCause the, pool is warm, a booze is onJust a - select few, the fools are goneIt`s slow jams and the grooves is on, groove on[Chorus: R. Kelly]Somebody`s girl is at this partyShakin that ass to thisSomebody`s girl is at this partyDrink that glass of Cris`Somebody`s girl is at this partySittin in V.I.P.Somebody`s girl is at this partyAnd she`s comin home with me[Jay-Z]Uhh, is it my fault they call me young heat rockHardhead, go through walls like sheet rockAnd she`s comin with me, when the beat stopWhen the party is done, I party with honNow - is it my fault you neglect your broadand she wanna party with me, no ex at all?No ex-boyfriend, no ex involvedJust the highway exit that we exit offAnd I - fall back, I let her talkI inquire sometime, I admire her mindI - like her wit, I`m lovin her shoesI`m a alternative rap, I`m playin the bluesI`m a thorough street nigga never breakin the rulesAnd her man`s shortcomin is turnin me into somethinthat of which she has never seenSo she wanna crossover where the grass is green, knahmean?[Chorus][Jay-Z]The moral of the story if you love your bitchyou better - hold your hoe, hug your bitchYou better - slow your roll, trick some breadWhen she wanna go out, you like Craig and `em said"See ya when I see ya," now she`s callin me upAnd I`m like, "Geah, of course I wanna chill"Now she with the real, and you all fedLike, "I`ma crack her motherfuckin fo`head!"[Chorus]