Girls, Girls, Girls lyrics
J’adore j’adoreGirls I love you, I love all y’allHehehe, hehehe, f’real
I love girls, girls, girls, girlsGirls, I do adoreYo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date yaHolla at ya when I come off tour, yeah
I got this Spanish chica, she don’t like me to roamSo she call me cabron plus marriconSaid she likes to cook rice so she likes me homeI’m like, “Un momento” mami, slow up your tempoI got this black chick, she don’t know how to actAlways talkin’ out her neck, makin’ her fingers snapShe like, “Listen Jigga Man, I don’t care if you rapYou better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me”I got this French chick that love to french kissShe thinks she’s Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twistMy, Cherie amour, to a belleMerci, you fine as fuck but you givin’ me hellI got this Indian squaw the day that I met herAsked her what tribe she with, red, dot or featherShe said all you need to know is I’m not a hoAnd to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-DoughNow that’s Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and blackThat’s fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I’m gettin’ fatArroz con pollo, french fries and crepeAn appetite for destruction but I scrape the plateI love
Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour(I love girls, girls, girls, girls)(Girls all over the globe)I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroesFix your hair in the mirror, let’s roll, c’mon
I got this young chick, she so immatureShe like, “Why you don’t buy me Reeboks no more?”Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floorGotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her hollaGot a project chick, that plays her partAnd if it goes down y’all that’s my heartBaby girl so thorough she been with me from the startHid my drugs from the NARC’s, hid my guns by the partsI got this model chick that don’t cook or cleanBut she dress her ass off and her walk is meanOnly thing wrong with ma, she’s always on the sceneGod damn she’s fine but she parties all the timeI get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chickShe look right in that tight blue dress, she’s thickShe gives me extra pillows and seat back loveSo I had to introduce her to the Mile High ClubNow that’s young chick, stewardess, project and modelThat means I fly rough early, plus I know TahoeThat means I’m new school, pop pills and stay in beefBut I never have a problem with my first class seatI love
Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour(I love girls, girls, girls, girls)(Girls all over the globe)I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroesFix your hair in the mirror, let’s roll, c’mon
I got this paranoid chick, she’s scared to come to the houseA hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it outGot a chick from Peru, that sniff PeruShe got a cousin at customs that get shit throughGot this weed-head chick, she always catch me doing shitCrazy girl want to leave me but she always forgetsGot this Chinese chick, had to leave her quickCause she kept bootlegging my shit, manI got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skullShe like, “Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?”I’m like excuse me Ms. Fufu, but when I met your assYou was dead broke and naked, and now you one halfI got this ho that after twelve million soldMami’s a narcoleptic, always sleeping on Hov’Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce BigalowI got so many girls across the globe
Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date yaHolla at ya when I come off tour(I love girls, girls, girls, girls)(Girls all over the globe)I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroesFix your hair in the mirror, let’s roll, c’mon