Top Songs By T.I.
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
Performer
Too $hort
Performer
Verdia
Background Vocals
Craig Love
Guitar
Preston Crump
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Harris
Composer
K. Prather
Composer
J Hollins
Lyrics
M Sinclair
Composer
T. Shaw
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
P.A.
Producer
Josh Butler
Recording Engineer
Mike Wilson
Recording Engineer
Troy Hightower
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ay Short (Whats up player?)
Ay, you remember that broad we met back on da road last year
'Bout '99?
(Way up up in N.Y.C.?)
Nah, nah, not one New York, I remember her too though
I'm talkin' 'bout the one from L.A.
Lil' bad bitch I met in the mall with da big ass (Oh, oh, oh dat bitch)
She on the hill, get what she say (What's up)
[Verse 2]
I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit, let's do it)
(Where you at?)
[Verse 3]
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Shit baby, keep you mouth shut we can do it, sure 'nough)
(That's right)
[Verse 4]
One day in L.A., I'm at the mall
Pickin' me up a coupla pairs of silk drawls
And I ran into this fine ass well built broad
She was in hard from a long way
So I'm finna go on swing shorty way
Just like the song say, 'cause I don't play
Miss lady built like a amazon
A 5'9", light brown, with some sandals on
Da kinda ass dat make you wanna grab a handle on
And fuck her all day in the hallway with the candles on
So I wave, and I speak and conversation cool
She asked my name, where I'm from and why I talk the way I do?
I said, 'cause I ain't from 'round hear, I'm from Atlanta shorty
But anyways
We can still get together, 'cause I'm gon' be here for a couple a days
And the she say, she never been to Georgia, she was dyin' to visit
We'll, I'm in room 312, at the Sofatel, I'm show that they listed
She got the digits, say she like me, and that we can be friends
If I ain't welcome shorty, don't invite me, ain't no need to pretend
I'm wanna lick on ya neck, kiss ya ears, and make yo knee bend
Put ya ass in positions you never thought you'd be in
Now, I'm tellin' shorty, fuckin' me, like divin' of deep end
Have you sneakin', creepin' to Georgia, freak on the weekend
[Verse 5]
I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
[Verse 6]
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
[Verse 7]
This time, it was me 'n KP, in N.Y.C.
On some Cuervo and Hennessy and two Sweets with two freaks
Some of the baddest things in Times Square with some long hairs
Cute feet
One of 'em say she wanna drive me to Coney Island
So she can show me the new beach
Couldn't nobody ride with me though, 'cause da car only had two seats
Lil' cute freak, in the Z-3, remind me of one of my hoes in the GC
Told me her name was Sharell but all her friends call he Cici
Say she up hear goin' to N.Y.U., but originally she from D.C.
Say she'd love to freak me, reminisce while listenin' to may CD
Lay me out on the beach feed me strawberries and kiwi
Shorty say she like what she see
Can't wait to get down here and see me
We round Freaknik's
Say soon as you hit the city all you gotta do is beep me
And let me know what it's finna be, the Four Seasons or the Embassy
Get a voice mail round 10 to 3, and then what she said to me
[Verse 8]
I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
[Verse 9]
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Tell 'em how you did the broad Short)
(I fucked the bitch, and forgot the bitch)
[Verse 10]
I'm having fun, gettin' pussy on the run
Bitches comin' to mah room, tryna make me cum
In Cleveland last weekend, oh-hi-ho, what's really goin' on?
She said, stick it down my throat, a lotta y'all married, to my ex tramps
She shouldn't worry, I sent the bitch to sex camp
Taught her how to fuck, she made you fall in love
I fucked her real tough, now you can't get enough
Knockin' on my door for yo ho, that's no game pimp
I fucked all them bitches DMX was namin'
Fuckin' hoes from Milly, bitches out in Philly
Puerto Rican, Dominican, New York Pussy, ya feel me
I been nationwide since '88
So don't clown when I'm around, keep yo lady straight
'Cos I'ma beat her pussy down in the worst way
You waited six months, and I fucked her on the first date, at the Hotel
[Verse 11]
I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night
(Ho don't tell nobody, bitch)
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(That's right, we runnin' up in these hoes)
(Track stars, baby)
I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night
(Real players)
Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody
(Rollin in the ATL)
[Verse 12]
You better ask yo bitch about us
Take the game from Timbuktu to Kalamazoo
You know how a player do
And one more thing baby
The check out time
Arriverderci
Capiche
Bitch
Written by: C. Harris, J Hollins, K. Prather, M Sinclair, T. Shaw