Somebodys Girl Lyrics by R. Kelly

Somebodys Girl Lyrics

    [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 harm
    But your boy young Hov' got a mean ol' arm
    Got all the young ladies wanna lean on him
    And I don't turn them away, I'm like - bring them on
    Now - where's her man is not my concern
    It's not what I'm worried about, I'm just tryin to hurry her out
    Clear her whole area out
    And bring this whole party little nearer to my house
    Now - where's her spouse? I don't know
    So, I don't ask, I don't probe
    I just - get in 6, get out on Rov'
    Let her, sip on Cris', go out on tours
    Now - back at the lab, I'm actin bad
    Cause the, pool is warm, a booze is on
    Just a - select few, the fools are gone
    It's slow jams and the grooves is on, groove on

    [Chorus: R. Kelly]
    Somebody's girl is at this party
    Shakin that ass to this
    Somebody's girl is at this party
    Drink that glass of Cris'
    Somebody's girl is at this party
    Sittin in V.I.P.
    Somebody's girl is at this party
    And she's 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 she's 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, I'm lovin her shoes
    I'm a alternative rap, I'm playin the blues
    I'm a thorough street nigga never breakin the rules
    And her man's 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 she's callin me up
    And I'm like, "Geah, of course I wanna chill"
    Now she with the real, and you all fed
    Like, "I'ma crack her motherfuckin fo'head!"

    [Chorus]

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