Somebody's Girl

Somebody's girl is at this party

Shaking that ass to this

Somebody's girl is at this party

Drinking 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 coming home with me

Umm

I don't mean no harm

But your boy young Hov

Got a mean ol' arm

And all the young ladies

Wanna lean on him

And I don't turn 'em away

I'm like bring them on

Now, where's her man

It's 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 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 six

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

My 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

Drinking 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 coming home with me

Uhh, 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

And the party is done

I party with hun

Now, is it my fault

You neglect your broad

And she wanna party with me

No X at all

No ex-boyfriend

No ex involved

Just a 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 alternative rap

I'm playin' the blues

I'm a thorough street ****

Never breaking the rules

And her man's shortcomin'

Is turnin' me into somethin'

That of which she has never seen

So she wanna cross over

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

Drinking that glass of Cris'

Somebody's girl is at this party

Sittin' in V.I.P

Somebody's girl is at this party

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 you when I see ya

Now she's callin' me up

And I'm like, yeah, 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

Shaking that ass to this

Somebody's girl is at this party

Drinking 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 coming home with me