Girls, Girls, Girls (Part 2)

I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls I do adore
Yo put your number on this paper 'cause I would love to date ya
Holler at ya when I come off tour
Woo! Who you loving, who you wanna be hugging? Heh
Who you with, who you wanna be fucking?
Got this smarty art chick to whom I pose this question
I read a couple books to add to her soul’s progression
To put this in laymen’s term, I gave her some knowledge
She gave me, brains in return, she had to drop out of college
Now all she does is homework, I give her in house tutoring
In and out I’m moving through her student body union
And she, call me «Professor,» say daddy come and test her
So she could fail on purpose and repeat the semester
I’m like, at this rate ma you never graduate
She said, I ain’t no fool I’ll make it up in summer school
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
Yo put your number on this paper
'Cause I would love to date ya
Holler at ya when I come off tour
Now let the people sing
I’m trying girls out
Just trying girls out
Yo put your number on this paper
'Cause I would love to date ya
Holler at ya when I come off tour
Huh, who you loving, who you wanna be fucking?
Who said what? Why you tripping, girl? Why is you fussing?
Got this model-slash-actress-slash-part-time waitress
Spend her whole day, she hanging round with part time haters
All they do is dish dirt and put her up on my latest
Itinerary, but since I tend to vary, see
I tend to carry more rumors than ten Mariah Careys
Tend to hurries in ten places at once (Woo!)
Plus she can’t front, 'cause peep how I run mines
Ma, our time together is our time together, and uh
Our time apart is our time apart
So love Jay with your mind, girl, and not your heart
And some day, I slow down, but for now, I get around
Like the late Makaveli or Pirelli twenty inches
Or Caine and O-Dog, stick up tape from Menace
You tell 'em chicks if they must know my business
I’m trying girls out
Just trying girls out
Put your number on this paper
'Cause I would love to date ya
Holler at ya when I get off tour
I’m trying girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore
Yo put your number on this paper
'Cause I would love to date ya
Holler at ya when I come off tour
I’m looking for a Southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle
Big ghetto booty, scarf over her doobie
Chanel under the Louie, Gucci over her booty
Vicky cover her titties, attitude of the city
Pretty, witty, girly, worldly
One who likes to party but come home early
Light kinda dark, short sorta tall
Slim, kinda thick, I swear I love 'em all
She can cook the coke and got hook up on the license
But she can get you first class seats for coach prices
Isn’t this great? My flight leaves at eight
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds
I’m trying girls out
Just trying girls out
Put your number on this paper
'Cause I would love to date ya
Holler at ya when I get off tour
I’m trying girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
Yo put your number on this paper
'Cause I would love to date ya
Holler at ya when I come off tour
I’m not a one girl’s guy, and they know it
When it comes to love, I don’t lie
And the girls respect me for it
Ain’t gonna say my no can’t be over
But right now it’s just too many fine ladies out there
To choose one from
I’m trying girls out (Waiting patiently)
Just trying girls out (Until I find the one for me)