| So I told shorty I be producing, I be making those beats | |
| Be making those hits, ya know | |
| So I told her my name, My name is Tone | |
| She said 'Town!!' | |
| You know like she never heard of me, ya know | |
| So I said okay you may know me by my other name | |
| Sometimes they call me | |
| [R. Kelly] | |
| TRACK-MAS-STER | |
| [Jay-Z] | |
| We see you Tone | |
| Tone the referee | |
| We see you, baby | |
| [R. Kelly] | |
| C'mon Shorty | |
| That nigga Hov | |
| [Jay-Z] | |
| Holla | |
| [R. Kelly] | |
| Yall niggas don't understand | |
| [Jay-Z] | |
| Uh-uh, they dont understand | |
| Flow for'em | |
| No lemme sing for em | |
| Just sing for'em | |
| [R. Kelly] | |
| Check It | |
| Mr. Kell | |
| Its like this, some of yall niggas got, legs for lips | |
| Running ya mouth mad cuz I, pop that Cris | |
| Go up in 3-10, and cop that six | |
| Then roll around with yo cheeesseee | |
| Some of yall niggas mad cuz I drop these hits | |
| Thug ass nigga, on some, R&B Shit | |
| Now that shit done fucked around and, made me rich | |
| And, For those of you who don't like it, yall can suck my 'Uhhhh!!' | |
| These honies to my suite like I'm, the Pidi piper | |
| Body ass, hitin high notes, like they Mariah | |
| Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire | |
| She be like 'Wooooooo', and I be like 'Wooooooo' | |
| When her tides got high, fuck it Ima Don | |
| Runnin late for the studio, fuck it I'm bout to come | |
| Dress cold at club fuck it Air Force I's | |
| Said I wouldn't mention Sisqo, fuck he's a bum | |
| Ally boom, buaya, Hit you with the right hook | |
| You be like, what the fuck was that | |
| Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo | |
| Nigga yall best shit can't even fuck with our demo's | |
| Shorty | |
| [Chorus 2X: R. Kelly] | |
| From New York on to L.A. (Shorty) | |
| Chi-Town we freak the night away (Shorty) | |
| Miami all the pretty girls (Shorty) | |
| We know chicks all around the world (Shorty) | |
| [Jay-Z] | |
| Shorty, what yo name is? | |
| Shorty, who yo man is? | |
| C'mon and make moves with a dude who move cane | |
| Like a old man, you know who game this is, Young Hov | |
| Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll | |
| I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday | |
| Back to L.A. | |
| This aint rap, this is real, I could trip and have a meal | |
| In three hours ma the streets will be ours (Wooooooo) | |
| Shorty, I got something for you, Wouldn't give a chick a dime before | |
| but now I wanna spoil you | |
| Shorty, The trips to the gucc shop, getcha cooch hot | |
| How bout I do a helipads on the roof top | |
| Shorty, Ya hella rag, your my rock star Shorty | |
| Heres my number shit, you don't gotta to call me | |
| Shorty | |
| [Chorus 2x] | |
| [R. Kelly] | |
| I'm chillin in my 4.6, at the light | |
| 5 o'clock in the morning, been drinking all night | |
| And, Plus I'm high, but it aint over | |
| 4 slim bodies scooped me in a wide body rover | |
| Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa | |
| For all you R&B so called playas, I'm bout to coach ya | |
| Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha | |
| Tounge all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her | |
| Its The Best Of Both Worlds, stickin ya in the 'uhhhhhh!!' | |
| Put ya hands up like it's money in the air | |
| We bout to rip these charts like Zorro Blade | |
| So hot your gonna need a cold glass of lemonade | |
| To all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spades | |
| In a nice crib, word up, drinking the Maid | |
| On the rizel my nizel, that nigga Jigga is the dizel | |
| R. Kizel in the hotel swizel's chicks on the mizel's | |
| [Chorus 2x] | |
| Shorty | |
| Shorty |