Jay-z - Pretty Girls lyrics

rate me

Uhh, y'all know what this is

Now would be a good time to start bobbin your heads

Kels, and it, and it, uhh

[R. Kelly]

Excuse me miss, don't mean to interrupt

But you're the hottest chick in this club

The way you shake your ass to this beat

It's like your booty got dancin feet

I wanna take you home, in my Hummer Jeep

All over me while you ridin the beep beep

I just really wanna taste your ice cream

It's the weekend baby I got the {?}

Go on girl, the way you do me

This is somethin like a fantasy

You're that girl from the magazine

BET, or, MTV

So baby let me take you to my ecstasy

Pull up to the club on them 23's

Girl you've got that shit in your hip

that make me wanna spend, money

[Chorus: R. Kelly]

Pretty girls (where you at)

I'm talkin to the ones, that came alone

Pretty girls (put your hands up)

The single ones, we wanna take you home - c'mon

Pretty girls... (you make me wanna shout)

Let's, go!

[Jay-Z]

Whether you tall like Lisa Leslie

Or short like the barrel on that baby 380

Pretty lady, I got a ride to fit yo' frame

From the Coupe to the big Mercedes

{?}, these groundhogs stay with the cash

And the black card don't got no max

Fall, back, blow on some Merikesh hash

With more Manolos than Sarah Jess' had

How you gon' go back to dudes with little sacks

Little kiddie chromes in they itty bitty homes

Fuckin up your lungs, puffin that homegrown

You should be with us, cuttin in Hong Kong

Straight shots of Catron or Dom Perignon

Guys your girls say Shawn very long

So if you ain't afraid of catchin a love jones

Get with Coach Dean Smith, bitch get in the zone, c'mon

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]

Tell me what you're drinkin at the bar ma

I'm gonna buy ma, anybody tell you youse a star ma

You remind me of my car ma, no ignition

I start the Coupe up from the kitchen

My pretty girls get plenty attention

When it come to sex get plenty of inches

We shop, like we all broke detention

Club like we at a alcoholic's convention

Hit the 'tel with two chicks and she with it

Mama got down like the flo' when she did it

Pretty girls, keep shakin ass now mama

This party is not over

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]

What's your name, what city you represent ma

Where the hands on all the pretty girls ma

For the players and the hustlers in the club now

And all my niggaz that be sippin pimp juice now

[Chorus]