Girls, Girls, Girls JAY-Z

[Intro: JAY-Z]
Je t'adore, JAY-Z
Course I love you
I love all y'all
For real

[Chorus: Biz Markie & JAY-Z]
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya
Holla at you when I come off tour, yeah

[Verse 1: JAY-Z]
I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam
So she call me cabron, plus maricon
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, Jigga Man, 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 giving 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-a-Dough"
Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian, and Black
That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn, I'm getting fat
Arroz con pollo, French fries and crêpes
An appetite for destruction, but I scrape the plate, I love