Shorty

Shorties everywhere

Bounce, bounce

Uh huh, now bounce, bounce

Come on, uh huh

Come on shorty

Bounce, bounce

(Bounce for me)

That's right, come on

I met her at a naughty show

I'm thinking 'bout felacio

But, but you gotta hit me, oh

Didn't think she would though

Got home and had a voice mail

It's her, like butter for real

Left the number to her cell

Sayin' when I'll be free, give her a yell

Never knew you'd be the one for me

Never knew all the things you done, done for me

Who'd have known you'd have a son for me

Just gotta let you know

- Shorty

You can have my box number, cell number

Fax number, mamma number

Call me

I'll be right there

Always baby, cuz you want me

Phone me

I will never hurt you

Never leave you, I'll always want you

Shorty

You know you're like my homey

Cuz you're my shorty

She the type that go outside, house shoes

Weave undone, and still look good, son

Type to fight at the club

When a nigga' tryin' to mug

Cuz it's how she show her love

Type that go through your pants pockets when you sleep

Check your pager when it beep

Tryin' to catch you on the creep

She'll wash your clothes, cook your food

Watch the kids, love at the same time

I'm so glad she's mine

I knew you were the one for me

I know my playa days were done for me

Shorty girl, you're really something

And I just wanna let you know, oh

Shorty gotta let you know

How much you mean to me

I'll never let you go

Never, never, never

Shorty, shorty

You've always been down for me

(Always been down for me)

Always been down for me

So anything you'll ever need

(Anything you'll ever need)

Oh (Let me know)

Shorty (Shorty)

Shorty (Shorty)

- Come on now shorty

Bounce, bounce, bounce

If ya love your shorty

Bounce, bounce, bounce

Come on now shorties

Bounce, bounce, bounce

If ya love your shorties

Bounce, bounce

Shorty