Are you even listening to me?
I'm not, baby, but, I was pretending to listen so I think we can both agree that means I love you
You gotta respect that
I'm surrounded by girls
Surrounded?
Yes, surrounded by girls, baby, you, Izzy, Elliot
Who else?
Too many ladies, hah, peep game

Who you lovin, who you wanna be huggin, huh?
Who you wit, who you wanna be fuckin
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 layman's terms, I gave her some knowledge
She gave me, brains in return, she had to drop out of college
And all she does is homework, I give her in house tutoring
In and out I'm movin 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'll never graduate
She said, I ain't no fool I'll make it up in summer school (I love-)

Tryin girls out, just tryin girls out
Put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I get off tour, now let the people say
I'm trying girls out, (just tryin' girls out) just tryin' girls out
Yo put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

Huh, who you lovin, who you wanna be fuckin?
Who said what, why you trippin girl, why's you fussin?
Got this model slash actress slash part time waitress
Spend a whole day she hangin round with part time haters
All they do is dish dirt and put a 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
Plus she can't front just 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 Perelli twenty inches
Or caine and O-dog, stick up tape from menace
You tell 'em chicks if they must know my buisness

I'm tryin girls out, just tryin girls out
Put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I get off tour
I'm trying girls out, just tryin' girls out
Put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I get off tour (I'm lookin' for)

Southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle
Big ghetto booty, scarf over her doobie
Chanel under the Louis, 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 tryin girls out, just tryin girls out
Put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I get off tour
I'm trying girls out, just tryin' girls out
Put your number on this paper cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I get off tour (I'm lookin' for)