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Inspectah Deck - Shorty Right There lyrics
[Intro: Streetlife (Inspectah Deck)] Yo, what's poppin' off out here son? Yo, hold up, I think that's my baby mama on the phone Damn, yo, hold on, yo hold on for a second Yo, man, you see shorty right there (look at shorty right there) Yo, I'mma call you back in a second, aight? [Streetlife] Yo, excuse me Miss Thang with your nose ring The way your body swing, you make a nigga wanna sing I can tell by the bling-bling, you like the finer things And you highly motivated by what money brings You got a dope fetish, attitude to go get it A little athletic, no need for cosmetics A little bowlegged, street smarts and good credit You got the best part, that's why you actin' hard headed It's a man's world, baby girl, don't forget it But what's a thug without his ladybug, I must respect it I know a woman's worth, ladies come first I'm the Sun, you're the Earth, mother of the universe I know what you like, you go for the street type Who keep the g tight, and hit the G-spot right I just might, call my wife Tell her "Baby, I'm not comin' home tonight" [Chorus: Streetlife (Inspectah Deck) {both] Damn (yo look at shorty right there) nah, look at shorty right there {I need you in my life, girl, girl (Yo look at shorty right there) nah, look at shorty right there (Look at shorty right there) damn {In my life, my life [Inspectah Deck] Yeah, checkin' baby girl with the wavy curls Precious lady pearl in the shady world Please to meet you, your dress fit as if see through Niggas treat you like royalty and dream to freak you Diva in your own right, keep your home right Bad bitch with the switch, let's trip the strobe lights Tight with the Power-U, I'll devour you Everything about you, make me scout you No doubt, boo, make me fiend for a taste Your hot like a fireplace, shows in your face Now, come out the closet, baby girl, it's safe Just a taste, of sex, lies and videotape Let's skate, but late on the way, sound clever Drinkin' brown leather, she down for whatever We he call tomorrow, that's the question asked Call it love at first sight, til the next one pass like [Chorus] [Streetlife] Look at shorty right there, with the six-pack Lookin' like a fruit snack with the shoe strapped to her knee caps [Inspectah Deck] Look at shorty right there in the blue Range With the two bangs, high in the eye, she's a true dame [Streetlife] Nah, look at shorty right there, with the mini skirt With pink finky shirt, the way her body jerk make my jimmy hurt [Inspectah Deck] Nah, shorty right there, the amazon Six foot three, with the glasses on, built for a marathon [Streetlife] Look at shorty right there with the big hips (where?) With the group of chicks, aiyo, lady who ya'll rollin' wit? [Inspectah Deck] Shorty right there, with the white dude In the sky blue, knowin' she fly, friend is right too... Look at shorty right there! |
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