[*Girl speaking French*]:
Gitaudeax, Jay-Z (gitaudeax, Jay-Z)
[Intro – Jay-Z]:
Of course I love you
I love all y’all, haha (oh baby)
Haha, for real (oh baby)
Huh
[Slick Rick, Q-Tip & Biz Markie](Jay-Z)
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls I do adore
{Yo, put ya number on this paper, ’cause I would love to date ya
Holla at you when I come off tour)
[Verse 1]:
Yeah, I got this Spanish chica, she don’t like me to roam
So she call me cavarone ’cause my, he gone
Said she likes to cook rice, so she likes me home
I’m like "Un momento, mami, slow up ya 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 Jiggaman, I don’t care if you rap, you better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me,"
I got this French chick that loves to French kiss
She thinks she Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
My cherie amore, tu-a-belle
Mercy, you fine as fuck, but you givin’ me hell
I got this Indian squad, the day that I met her
Asked her what tribe she wit’, red dye in her feather
She said "All you need to know is I’m not a ho, and to get wit’ me you better be Chief Lots-A-Doe,"
Now that’s Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and black
That’s fried chick, curry chicken, damn, I’m gettin’ fat
Arroz con pollo, french fries and creps, an appetite for destruction
But I scrape the plate
I love…
[Chorus – Slick Rick & Q-Tip](Jay-Z)
Girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls I do adore
{Yo, put ya 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, sittin’ on deuce-zeros
Fix ya hair, bring the mirror, let’s roll)
[Verse 2]:
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
Gotta toss a couple dollars just to shut up her holler
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 wit’ me from the start
Clear my drugs from the NARKS, hid my guns by the car
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 wit’ ma, she’s always on the scene
Got damn, she’s fine, but she parties all the time
I get frequent-flyer milege from a stewardess chick
She look right in that tight blue dress, she thick
She gives me extra pillows and seat-back love
So I had to introduce her the Mile High Club
Now that’s young chick, stewardess, project and model
That means I fly rough early, plus I know Taebo
That means I’m new school, pop pills and stay in beef
But I never have a problem wit’ my first class seat
I love…
[Chorus 2 – Slick Rick](Jay-Z)
Girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls I do adore
{Yo, put ya 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, sittin’ on deuce-zeros
Fix ya hair, bring the mirror, let’s roll)
[Verse 3]:
I got this paranoid chick, she scared to come to the house
A hypocondriac who says ouch before I whip it out
And a chick from Peru, that sniff coo-coo
She got a cousin at Customs that gets shit through
Got this weed head chick, she always catch me doin’ shit
Crazy girl, wanna leave me, but she always forgets
Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick
‘Cause she kept bootleggin’ my shit (man)
I got this African chick wit’ Eddie Murphy on the skull
She like "Jiggaman, why you treat me like animal?"
I’m like "Excuse me Miss Fufu, when I met ya ass, you was dead broke and naked, and now you want half?"
I got this ho, that after 12 million sold, mami’s a narcolyptic
Always sleepin’ on Hov
Gotta tie the back of her hair like Deuce Bigalow
I got so many girls across the globe
I love…
[Chorus – Biz Markie](Jay-Z)
Girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls I do adore
{Yo, put ya number on this paper ’cause I would love to date ya
Holla at you when I come off tour)
[Q-Tip](Jay-Z)
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls all over the globe
(I come scoop you in that coupe, sittin’ on deuce-zeros
Fix ya hair, bring the mirror, let’s roll)
[Slick Rick](Jay-Z)
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls I do adore
{Yo, put ya number on this paper ’cause I would love to date ya
Holla at you when I come off tour)
[Jay-Z](*Biz Markie beat box in background*)
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls