Jay-Z Shorty Lyrics:
[Tone aka Trackmaster]
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

[R. Kelly]
TRACK-MAS-STER

[Jay-Z]
We see you Tone
Tone the referee
We see you, baby

[R. Kelly]
C'mon Shorty
That nigga Hov

[Jay-Z]
Holla

[R. Kelly]
Yall niggas don't understand

[Jay-Z]
Uh-uh, they dont understand
Flow for'em
No lemme sing for em
Just sing for'em

[R. Kelly]
Check It
Mr. Kell
Its like this, some of yall
niggas got, legs for lips
Running ya mouth mad cuz I, pop that Cris
Go up in 3-10, and cop that six
Then roll around with yo cheeesseee
Some of yall niggas mad cuz I drop these hits
Thug ass nigga, on some, R&B Shit
Now that shit done fucked around and, made me rich
And, For those of you who don't like it,
yall can suck my "Uhhhh!!"
These honies to my suite like I'm, the Pidi piper
Body ass, hitin high notes, like they Mariah
Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire
She be like "Wooooooo", and I be like "Wooooooo"
When her tides got high, fuck it Ima 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
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You be like, what the fuck was that
Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo
Nigga yall best shit can't even
fuck with our demo's
Shorty

[Chorus 2X: R. Kelly]
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)

[Jay-Z]
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 aint rap, this is real, I
could trip and have a meal
In three hours ma the streets
will be ours (Wooooooo)
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, getcha cooch hot
How bout I do a helipads on the roof top
Shorty, Ya hella rag, your my rock star Shorty
Heres my number shit, you don't gotta to call me
Shorty

[Chorus 2x]

[R. Kelly]
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 aint 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&B so called
playas, I'm bout to coach ya
Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha
Tounge all down her throat as if a
nigga was trying to choke her
Its The Best Of Both Worlds,
stickin ya in the "uhhhhhh!!"
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 mizel's

[Chorus 2x]

Shorty

Shorty
Lyrics: Shorty, Jay-Z [end]