Somebody's Girl Lyrics

The sixty second assassin

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Turn that music up

Rockland

Hovah

Woo! Yes, yes

Somebody's girl is at this party

Shakin' that ass to this

Somebody's girl is at this party

Drink that glass of Cris', that's right

Somebody's girl is at this party

Sittin' in V.I.P.

Somebody's girl, yeah, is at this party, that's right

And she's comin' home with me

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 near 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

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

Is it my fault they call me young heat rock
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Hard head, 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?

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

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' forehead

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