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[J] The sixty second assassin[R] TrackMastahhhhhhhhhs[J] Turn that music up![R] Rocklaaaaaaaaand[R] Hovahhhhhhhhh[J] Woo! Yes, yes[R. Kelly + (Jay-Z)]Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!)Shakin that ass to this (uh-huh)Somebody's girl is at this party (woo!)Drink that glass of Cris' (that's right)Somebody's girl is at this party (uh)Sittin in V.I.P.Somebody's girl (yeah) is at this party (that's right)And she's comin home with me[Jay-Z]Ummmmmm.. I don't mean no harmBut your boy young Hov' got a mean ol' armGot all the young ladies wanna lean on himAnd I don't turn them away, I'm like - bring them onNow - where's her man is not my concernIt's not what I'm worried about, I'm just tryin to hurry her outClear her whole area outAnd bring this whole party little nearer to my houseNow - where's her spouse? I don't knowSo, I don't ask, I don't probeI just - get in 6, get out on Rov'Let her, sip on Cris', go out on toursNow - back at the lab, I'm actin badCause the, pool is warm, a booze is onJust a - select few, the fools are goneIt's slow jams and the grooves is on, groove on[Chorus: R. Kelly]Somebody's girl is at this partyShakin that ass to thisSomebody's girl is at this partyDrink that glass of Cris'Somebody's girl is at this partySittin in V.I.P.Somebody's girl is at this partyAnd she's comin home with me[Jay-Z]Uhh, is it my fault they call me young heat rockHardhead, go through walls like sheet rockAnd she's comin with me, when the beat stopWhen the party is done, I party with honNow - is it my fault you neglect your broadand she wanna party with me, no ex at all?No ex-boyfriend, no ex involvedJust the highway exit that we exit offAnd I - fall back, I let her talkI inquire sometime, I admire her mindI - like her wit, I'm lovin her shoesI'm a alternative rap, I'm playin the bluesI'm a thorough street nigga never breakin the rulesAnd her man's shortcomin is turnin me into somethinthat of which she has never seenSo she wanna crossover where the grass is green, knahmean?[Chorus][Jay-Z]The moral of the story if you love your bitchyou better - hold your hoe, hug your bitchYou better - slow your roll, trick some breadWhen she wanna go out, you like Craig and 'em said"See ya when I see ya," now she's callin me upAnd I'm like, "Geah, of course I wanna chill"Now she with the real, and you all fedLike, "I'ma crack her motherfuckin fo'head!"[Chorus]more