Somebody's Girl

(album: The Best Of Both Worlds - 2002)

The sixty second assassin
Trackmasters
Uh, turn that music up!
Rockland
Hova
Woo! Yes, yes

Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!)
Shaking 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)
Sitting in V.I.P
Somebody's girl (yeah) is at this party (that's right)
And she's coming home with me

Um 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 trying 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 acting 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

Somebody's girl is at this party
Shaking that ass to this
Somebody's girl is at this party
Drink that glass of Cris'
Somebody's girl is at this party
Sitting in V.I.P
Somebody's girl is at this party
And she's coming home with me

Uh, is it my fault they call me Young heat rock
Hardhead, go through walls like sheet rock
And she's coming 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 with, I'm loving her shoes
I'm a alternative rap, I'm playing the blues
I'm a thorough street nigga never breaking the rules
And her man's shortcoming is turning me into something
That of which she has never seen
So she wanna crossover where the grass is green, nah mean?

Somebody's girl is at this party
Shaking that ass to this
Somebody's girl is at this party
Drink that glass of Cris'
Somebody's girl is at this party
Sitting in V.I.P
Somebody's girl is at this party
And she's coming home with me

The moral of the story if you love your bitch
You better hold your ho, 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 calling 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 motherfucking forehead!"

Somebody's girl is at this party
Shaking that ass to this
Somebody's girl is at this party
Drink that glass of Cris'
Somebody's girl is at this party
Sitting in V.I.P
Somebody's girl is at this party
And she's coming home with me