Текст песни Girls, Girls, Girls, Jay Z

[Intro:]
Je t'adore, Jay-Z.
That means “I love you”
Of course I love you... I love all y'all,
For real.

[Chorus]
[Biz Markie:]
I love girls, girls, girls, girls,
Girls, I do adore.
[Jay-Z:]
Yo, put your number on this paper ‘cause I would love to date ya,
Holla at cha when I come off tour.

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam,
So she call me “carbon” plus “maricón”.
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, Jiggaman, 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 givin' 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-o'-Dough.”
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian and black,
That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn, I'm gettin' fat!
Arroz con pollo, French fries and crêpe,
An appetite for destruction but I scrape the plate.
I love...

[Chorus]
[Q-Tip:]
I love girls, girls, girls, girls,
Girls, I do adore.
[Jay-Z:]
I come scoop you in that coupe, sittin' on deuce zeros,
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll.

[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 flyer 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.

[Chorus: Slick Rick]

[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,
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 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 with Eddie Murphy on her skull,
She like, “Jiggaman, 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 12 million sold,
Mami's a narcoleptic, always sleepin' on Hov,
Got to tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow,
I've got so many girls across the globe.