Jay-z - Shorty lyrics

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 Track master We see you Tone Tone the referee We see you, baby See man Shorty That n***a Hov Holla Why y'all n***as don't understand Uh-uh, they don't understand Flow for 'em No lemme sing for em Just sing for 'em Check It Mr. Kell Its like this, some of why y'all n***as got, legs for lips Running ya mouth mad 'cause I, pop that Cris Go up in 3-10, and cop that six Then roll around with yo cheese Some of why y'all n***as mad 'cause I drop these hits Thug a** n***a, on some, R&B sh** Now that sh** done f**ed around and, made me rich And, For those of you who don't like it, why y'all can s** my "Uh!" These honies to my suite like I'm, the Pidi piper Body a**, hitting high notes, like they Mariah Get that p**y wet enough to put out a bonfire She be like "Woo", and I be like "Woo" When her tides got high, f** it I'ma Don Running late for the studio, f** it I'm bout to come Dress cold at club f** it Air Force I's Said I wouldn't mention Sisqo, f** he's a bum Ally boom, buaya, Hit you with the right hook You be like, what the f** was that Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo n***a why y'all best sh** can't even f** with our demo's Shorty [Chorus: x2] 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) Shorty, what yo name is? Shorty, who yo man is? See man 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 ain't rap, this is real, I could trip and have a meal In three hours ma the streets will be ours (Woo) Shorty, I got something for you, Wouldn't give a chick a dime before But now I want to spoil you Shorty, The trips to the gucc shop, get your cooch hot How bout I do a helipads on the roof top Shorty, Ya hella rag, your my rock star Shorty Here's my number sh**, you don't gotta to call me Shorty [Chorus: x2] I'm chilling in my 4.6, at the light 5 o'clock in the morning, been drinking all night And, Plus I'm high, but it ain't 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 Tongue all down her throat as if a n***a was trying to choke her Its The Best Of Both Worlds, sticking ya in the "uh!" 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 gla** of lemonade To all my real live n***as, that shoot dice and play spades In a nice crib, word up, drinking the Maid On the rizel my nizel, that n***a Jigga is the dizel R. Kizel in the hotel swizel's chicks on the mizel's [Chorus: x2] Shorty Shorty