Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ms. Fat Booty, artist - Mos Def. Album song Black On Both Sides, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rawkus Entertainment
Song language: English
Ms. Fat Booty |
I know, I can’t afford to stop |
for a moment. |
that it’s too soon. |
to forget |
I know, I can’t afford to stop |
for a moment. |
that it’s too soon. |
to forget |
— speaking over sung vocals |
Man. |
for real |
I was in love with this girl, y’know |
I was. |
to’up dog! |
I’m tellin you man |
She was wild man. |
f’real |
It’s just too. |
let me tell you about her |
Yo, in she came with the same type game |
The type of girl givin out the fake cell phone and name |
Big fame, she like cats with big thangs |
Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range |
I seen her on the ave, spotted her more than once |
Ass so fat that you could see it from the front |
She spot me like paparazzi; |
shot me a glance |
in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, Hot damn! |
What’s your name love, where you came from? |
Neck and wrist blazed up, very little make-up |
The swims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of? |
I tried to play it low key but couldn’t keep it down |
Asked her to dance she was like Yo, I’m leavin now |
An hour later, sounds from Jamaica |
She sippin Crys straight up, shakin, windin her waist up Scene two: my fam throwin the jam |
Fahreed is on the stand big things is in the plan |
The brother Big Mu makes space for me to move in Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me introduce; |
I turn around |
Say word! |
You was the same pretty bird who I had priorly observed |
tryin to play me for the herb (Yeah, that’s her) |
Shocked as hell she couldn’t get it together |
I just played it long and pretended I never met her |
How you feelin? |
Oh I’m fine. |
My name is Mos. |
I’m Sharice. |
I heard so much good about you it’s nice to finally meet. |
We moved to the booth reserved for crew especially |
And honey love ended up sittin directly next to me |
I’m type polite but now I’m lookin at her skeptically |
Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry |
Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories |
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is with me mentally |
We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you know me bro |
Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet yo |
I’m bout to merc, I say peace to the family |
She hop up like How you gonna leave before you dance with me? |
I know I can’t afford this life |
For a moment |
That its too soon |
To forget |
She blew my whole head with that dude, I was like What? |
I played it low though, I was like |
Yeah, aiight, c’mon then, let’s go It’s mad, the shit is so sick, I’m tell you |
Yo, honey was so blazin, she was just. |
Yo, she was like Jayne Kennedy, word bond |
To my mother man, she was that ill man |
She take me to the dance floor and she start whisperin to me Yo, let me apologize for the other night |
I know it wasn’t right, but baby you know what its like |
Some brothers don’t be comin right |
I understand, I’m feelin you |
Beside, ‘can I have a dance?'ain't really that original |
We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades |
They playing lovers’rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist |
He end my butt up like the Arizona summer song |
Finished then she whisper ‘honey, let’s exchange numbers' |
Scene three: weeks of datin late night conversation |
In the crib heart racin, tryin to be cool and patient |
She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent |
She walked away smilin singing Gregory Issacs |
Like ‘if I don’t, if I don’t, if I don’t' |
Showin me that tan line and that tattoo |
Playin Sade, Sweetest Taboo |
Burnin candles, all my other plans got canceled |
Man I smashed it like an Idaho potato |
She call my at my J.O., ‘come now', I can’t say no Ginseng tree trunks, rockin the p-funk |
Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up Three months, she call ‘I feel I’m runnin a fever' |
Six months, I’m tellin her I desperately need her |
Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around |
I need more than to knock it down I’m really tryin to lock it down |
Midnight we hook up and go at it |
Burn a stogger, let her know, sweetheart I got to have it She tellin me commitment is somethin she can’t manage |
Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic |
Ahh damnit! |
This all Harrison Ford frantic |
My 911 wasn’t answered by my fly Taurus enchantress |
Next week, who hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty club |
With some banging ass Asian playin lay it down and lick me up What?! |