Fellas, a few tips, when you're in the club

You must watch your girl, because she may end up with me





TrackMasters (uhh... turn the music up)

Rock Land

Hova (woo! yess, yess)





Now somebody's girl is in my mansion

Shakin that ass to this

And somebody's girl is in my hot tub

Drinkin that glass of Crist'

And somebody's girl is in my bedroom

And man she's a superfreak

And somebody's girl is leavin my crib

Now on to the next booty





Ummmmmmmmm, I don't mean no harm

But your boy got the magic stick, the Don Juan

Bishop, chicks'll dissapear in thin air

like mist or some shit like this I swear

I take handcuffs off misses, I pick locks wicked

I catch your eye cause my tick-tock's frigid

My necklace glisten, all reckless chicks is

eyeballin, yeah, and I caught 'em like perfect pitches

Call me Mike Piazza

Once I get 'em in, my fly casa

It's hot tubs, heated pools and no rules

Call your old dude and tell him he old news

Tell that fella you feel like Cinderella

With both shoes and it's almost two

Fuck a storybook endin, we bendin the rules

This is somebody's girl part two, now move









Uhh, let me at it

Somebody's girl is sittin in my lap

Whisper two words and we both break out

My Maybach seats is just as big as a couch

Not the same girl now that the mic's at your mouth

Oh that's gettin nasty, let's get naughty

Rollin around like a fo'-wheel afterparty

We stop at a red light, there go your girls an' 'em

Now we got the green light, driver follow them (let's go)

You're rotatin with a guy that spend money like the world spin 'round

First guy to ever put the singin rap down

Say the name Kels and these chicks spellbound

Because these chicks know I put the "12Play" down

I gotta have it, I just can't stop limpin

Maybe because I just can't stop pimpin

No matter what I do, I can't stop leanin

When the fresh Prada's on and the sun is shinin

Girls it's your boyfriend

With that remix that keeps you clubbin

Dis collabo' crack got you fiendin

The industry kings and the rest is dreamin









The moral of the tale, if you love your tail

Treat her well, keep her 'way from Hov' and Kel'

Because we can't stop pimpin

We put it on her 'til she can't stop limpin

She'll be a goner, you can play tough guy on the corner

I smoothe her out in the sauna

Yeah, I blew it out in the Bahamas, yeah

Your lil' mama got a stellar arm

We got it on like a telethon

Mr. Roc-A-Fella, gone