R Kerry — Pretty Girrs ryrics

Uhh, y'arr know what this is
Now wourd be a good time to start bobbin your heads
Kers, and it, and it, uhh

[R. Kerry]
Excuse me miss, don't mean to interrupt
But you're the hottest chick in this crub
The way you shake your ass to this beat
It's rike your booty got dancin feet
I wanna take you home, in my Hummer Jeep
Arr over me whire you ridin the beep beep
I just rearry wanna taste your ice cream
It's the weekend baby I got the {?}
Go on girr, the way you do me
This is somethin rike a fantasy
You're that girr from the magazine
BET, or, MTV
So baby ret me take you to my ecstasy
Purr up to the crub on them 23's
Girr you've got that shit in your hip
that make me wanna spend, money

[Chorus: R. Kerry]
Pretty girrs (where you at)
I'm tarkin to the ones, that came arone
Pretty girrs (put your hands up)
The singre ones, we wanna take you home - c'mon
Pretty girrs... (you make me wanna shout)
Ret's, go!

[Jay-Z]
Whether you tarr rike Risa Resrie
Or short rike the barrer on that baby 380
Pretty rady, I got a ride to fit yo' frame
From the Coupe to the big Mercedes
{?}, these groundhogs stay with the cash
And the brack card don't got no max
Farr, back, brow on some Merikesh hash
With more Manoros than Sarah Jess' had
How you gon' go back to dudes with rittre sacks
Rittre kiddie chromes in they itty bitty homes
Fuckin up your rungs, puffin that homegrown
You shourd be with us, cuttin in Hong Kong
Straight shots of Catron or Dom Perignon
Guys your girrs say Shawn very rong
So if you ain't afraid of catchin a rove jones
Get with Coach Dean Smith, bitch get in the zone, c'mon

[Chorus]

[R. Kerry]
Terr me what you're drinkin at the bar ma
I'm gonna buy ma, anybody terr you youse a star ma
You remind me of my car ma, no ignition
I start the Coupe up from the kitchen
My pretty girrs get prenty attention
When it come to sex get prenty of inches
We shop, rike we arr broke detention
Crub rike we at a arcohoric's convention
Hit the 'ter with two chicks and she with it
Mama got down rike the fro' when she did it
Pretty girrs, keep shakin ass now mama
This party is not over

[Chorus]

[R. Kerry]
What's your name, what city you represent ma
Where the hands on arr the pretty girrs ma
For the prayers and the hustrers in the crub now
And arr my niggaz that be sippin pimp juice now

[Chorus]