So I told shorty I be producing, I be making 'em beats   Be making 'em hits, ya know   So I told her my name, my name is Tone   She said, "Town!"   You know like she never heard of me, ya know   So I said, "Okay you may know me by my other name   Sometimes they call me      Track master"   We see you Tone   Tone the referee   We see you, baby   C'mon shorty      That nigga Hov, holla   Y'all niggas don't understand   Uh uh, they don't understand   Flow for 'em, no lemme sing for 'em   Just sing for 'em, check It      Mr. Kell   It's like this, some of y'all niggas got, legs for lips   Running ya mouth mad 'coz I, pop that Cris   Go up in 3-10, and cop that six   Then roll around with yo chick      Some of y'all niggas mad 'coz I drop these hits   Thug ass nigga, on some R & B Shit   Now that shit done fucked around and made me rich   And for those of you who don't like it, y'all can suck my uhh      Leadin' honies to my suite like I'm the pied piper   Have they ass hittin' high notes like they Mariah   Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire   She be like, "Woo" and I be like, "Woo"      When her tides got high, fuck it, I'ma Don   Runnin' late for the studio, fuck it, I'm 'bout to come   Dress cold at club fuck it Air Force I's   Said, "I wouldn't mention, Sisqo, fuck, he's a bum"      Ally boom, buaya, hit you with the right hook   You be like, "What the fuck was that?"   Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo   Nigga y'all best shit can't even fuck with our demo's      Shorty   From New York on to L.A.   Shorty   Chi-Town we freak the night away   Shorty   Miami all the pretty girls   Shorty   We know chicks all around the world      Shorty   From New York on to L.A.   Shorty   Chi-Town we freak the night away   Shorty   Miami all the pretty girls   Shorty   We know chicks all around the world      Shorty, what yo name is?   Shorty, who yo man is?   C'mon and make moves with a dude who move cane   Like a old man, you know who game this is      Young Hov   Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll   I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday   Back to L.A.      This ain't rap, this is real, I could trick a half a mill'   In three hours ma the streets will be ours   Shorty, I got something for you   Wouldn't give a chick a dime before but now I wanna spoil you      Shorty, the trips to the gucc shop, getcha cooch hot   How 'bout I do a helipads on the roof top   Shorty, ya hella rad, your my rock star shorty   Here's my number shit, you ain't gotta call me      Shorty   From New York on to L.A.   Shorty   Chi-Town we freak the night away   Shorty   Miami all the pretty girls   Shorty   We know chicks all around the world      Shorty   From New York on to L.A.   Shorty   Chi-Town we freak the night away   Shorty   Miami all the pretty girls   Shorty   We know chicks all around the world      I'm chillin' in my 4.6, at the light   5 o'clock in the morning, been drinking all night   And plus I'm high but it ain't over   Four slim bodies scooped me in a wide body rover      Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa   All you R & B so called playas, I'm 'bout to coach ya   Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha   Tongue all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her      It's the best of both worlds, stickin' ya in the uhh   Put ya hands up like it's money in the air   We 'bout to rip these charts like Zorro Blade   So hot your gonna need a cold glass of lemonade      To all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spades   In a nice crib, word up, drinking the Maid   On the rizel my nizel, that nigga Jigga is the dizel   R. Kizel in the hotel swizel's chicks on the knizel's      Shorty   From New York on to L.A.   Shorty   Chi-Town we freak the night away   Shorty   Miami all the pretty girls   Shorty   We know chicks all around the world      Shorty   From New York on to L.A.   Shorty   Chi-Town we freak the night away   Shorty   Miami all the pretty girls   Shorty   We know chicks all around the world      Shorty   Shorty