JAY-Z — Girls Girls Girls

[Intro: JAY-Z] Je t'adore, JAY-Z Course I love you I love all y'all For real [Chorus: Biz Markie & JAY-Z] I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour, yeah [Verse 1: JAY-Z] I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam So she call me cabron, plus maricon Said she likes to cook rice, so she likes me home I'm like, "Un momento, mami, slow up your tempo" I got this Black chick, she don't know how to act Always talkin' out her neck, makin' her fingers snap She like, "Listen, Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap You better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me" I got this French chick that love to French kiss She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist Ma cherie amour, tu es belle Merci, you're fine as fuck, but you giving me hell I got this Indian squaw, the day that I met her Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather? She said, "All you need to know is I'm not a ho And to get with me, you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough" Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian, and Black That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn, I'm getting fat Arroz con pollo, French fries and crêpes An appetite for destruction, but I scrape the plate, I love [Chorus: Q-Tip & JAY-Z] Girls, girls, girls, girls (Uh-huh) Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that coupe, sitting on deuce-zeros Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll, come on [Verse 2: JAY-Z] I got this young chick, she so immature She like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?" Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor Got to toss a couple dollars just to shut up her holla Got a project chick that plays her part And if it goes down, y'all, that's my heart Baby girl so thorough, she been with me from the start Hid my drugs from the narcs, hid my guns by the parts I got this model chick that don't cook or clean But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean Only thing wrong with ma, she's always on the scene Goddamn, she's fine, but she parties all the time I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick She gives me extra pillows and seat-back love So I had to introduce her to the mile high club Now that's young chick, stewardess, project, and model That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tae Bo That means I'm new-school, pop pills, and stay in beef But I never have a problem with my first-class seat, I love [Chorus: Slick Rick & JAY-Z] Girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that coupe, sitting on deuce-zeros Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll [Verse 3: JAY-Z] I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out (What you doin', daddy?) Got a chick from Peru that sniff Peru She got a cousin at customs that gets shit through Got this weed-head chick, she always catch me doing shit Crazy girl, wanna leave me, but she always forgets Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick 'Cause she kept bootlegging my shit, man I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?" I'm like, "Excuse me, Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass You was dead broke and naked, and now you want half" I got this ho that after twelve million sold Mami's a narcoleptic, always sleeping on Hov Got to tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow I've got so many girls across the globe, I love [Outro: JAY-Z, Biz Markie, Q-Tip & Slick Rick] Girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that coupe, sitting on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour [Outro: JAY-Z] I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, girls