[Intro] 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 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
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