The sixty second assassin   Track Mastahs   Turn that music up   Rockland   Hovah   Woo! Yes, yes      Somebody's girl is at this party   Shakin' that ass to this   Somebody's girl is at this party   Drink that glass of Cris', that's right      Somebody's girl is at this party   Sittin' in V.I.P.   Somebody's girl, yeah, is at this party, that's right   And she's comin' home with me      I don't mean no harm   But your boy young Hov' got a mean ol' arm   Got all the young ladies wanna lean on him   And I don't turn them away, I'm like bring them on      Now where's her man is not my concern   It's not what I'm worried about, I'm just tryin' to hurry her out   Clear her whole area out   And bring this whole party little near to my house      Now where's her spouse? I don't know   So, I don't ask, I don't probe   I just get in 6, get out on Rov'   Let her, sip on Cris', go out on tours      Now back at the lab, I'm actin' bad   'Cause the, pool is warm, a booze is on   Just a select few, the fools are gone   It's slow jams and the grooves is on, groove on      Somebody's girl is at this party   Shakin' that ass to this   Somebody's girl is at this party   Drink that glass of Cris'      Somebody's girl is at this party   Sittin' in V.I.P.   Somebody's girl is at this party   And she's comin' home with me      Is it my fault they call me young heat rock   Hard head, go through walls like sheet rock   And she's comin' with me, when the beat stop   When the party is done, I party with hon      Now is it my fault you neglect your broad   And she wanna party with me, no ex at all?   No ex-boyfriend, no ex involved   Just the highway exit that we exit off      And I fall back, I let her talk   I inquire sometime, I admire her mind   I like her wit, I'm lovin' her shoes   I'm a alternative rap, I'm playin' the blues      I'm a thorough street nigga never breakin' the rules   And her man's shortcomin' is turnin' me into somethin'   That of which she has never seen   So she wanna crossover where the grass is green, knahmean?      Somebody's girl is at this party   Shakin' that ass to this   Somebody's girl is at this party   Drink that glass of Cris'      Somebody's girl is at this party   Sittin' in V.I.P.   Somebody's girl is at this party   And she's comin' home with me      The moral of the story if you love your bitch   You better hold your hoe, hug your bitch   You better slow your roll, trick some bread   When she wanna go out, you like Craig and 'em said      "See ya when I see ya," now she's callin' me up   And I'm like, "Geah, of course I wanna chill"   Now she with the real, and you all fed   Like I'ma crack her motherfuckin' forehead      Somebody's girl is at this party   Shakin' that ass to this   Somebody's girl is at this party   Drink that glass of Cris'      Somebody's girl is at this party   Sittin' in V.I.P.   Somebody's girl is at this party   And she's comin' home with me