Ms. Fat Booty Lyrics
| Song | Ms. Fat Booty |
| Artist | Mos Def |
| Album | Black On Both Sides |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Dante Smith | |
| (sung) | |
| 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 | |
| [mos def] - 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 | |
| [mos def] | |
| 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 your name love, where you came from? | |
| Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up | |
| The slims at the rebok 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 o, i'm leaving now' | |
| An hour later, sounds from jamaica | |
| She sippin crys straight up, shaking, winding her waist up | |
| Scene two: my fam throwin the jam | |
| For reed is on the stand big things is in the plan | |
| The brother big moon make space for me to move in | |
| Hey, this my man mos, baby let me introduce | |
| I turn around | |
| Say, you is the same pretty girl that i had priorly observed | |
| Trying to play me for the herb (yeah, that's her) | |
| Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together | |
| I just played it low and pretended i never met her | |
| ow you feelin', h i'm fine', 鲇y name is mos', 'm sharice' | |
| I heard so much good about you its nice to finally meet | |
| We moved to the booth reserved 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 *fucking* on me mentally | |
| We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you know me bro | |
| Even though i know the steelo, she wild sweet yo | |
| I'm about to merc, i say peace to the family | |
| She hop up like ow you gonna leave before you dance with me?' | |
| [hook] | |
| (sung) | |
| I know i can't afford this life | |
| For a moment | |
| That its too soon | |
| To forget | |
| X2 | |
| (spoken by mos def) | |
| She blew my whole habit, that girl | |
| I was like hat' | |
| I played it low though, i was like eah, aiight, c'mon then, let's go' | |
| Its mad, it was so sick, i tell ya | |
| Yo, honey was so blazin, she was just | |
| Yo, she was like j. kennedy | |
| Word bond, to my mother man | |
| She was that ill man, she take me to the dance floor | |
| And she start whispering to me | |
| [mos def] | |
| 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 coming right | |
| I understand, i'm feeling you | |
| Beside, an 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 oney, 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 issac | |
| Like f i don't, if i don't, if i don't' | |
| Showin me that tan line and that tatoo | |
| 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., ome 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 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 is over, 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 kiddie club | |
| With some banging ass asian playin lay it down and lick me up | |
| What!? |
| zuo qu : Dante Smith | |
| sung | |
| 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 | |
| mos def 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 | |
| mos def | |
| 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 your name love, where you came from? | |
| Neck and wrist laced up, very little makeup | |
| The slims at the rebok 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 o, i' m leaving now' | |
| An hour later, sounds from jamaica | |
| She sippin crys straight up, shaking, winding her waist up | |
| Scene two: my fam throwin the jam | |
| For reed is on the stand big things is in the plan | |
| The brother big moon make space for me to move in | |
| Hey, this my man mos, baby let me introduce | |
| I turn around | |
| Say, you is the same pretty girl that i had priorly observed | |
| Trying to play me for the herb yeah, that' s her | |
| Shocked as hell she couldn' t get it together | |
| I just played it low and pretended i never met her | |
| ow you feelin', h i' m fine', nian y name is mos', ' m sharice' | |
| I heard so much good about you its nice to finally meet | |
| We moved to the booth reserved 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 fucking on me mentally | |
| We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you know me bro | |
| Even though i know the steelo, she wild sweet yo | |
| I' m about to merc, i say peace to the family | |
| She hop up like ow you gonna leave before you dance with me?' | |
| hook | |
| sung | |
| I know i can' t afford this life | |
| For a moment | |
| That its too soon | |
| To forget | |
| X2 | |
| spoken by mos def | |
| She blew my whole habit, that girl | |
| I was like hat' | |
| I played it low though, i was like eah, aiight, c' mon then, let' s go' | |
| Its mad, it was so sick, i tell ya | |
| Yo, honey was so blazin, she was just | |
| Yo, she was like j. kennedy | |
| Word bond, to my mother man | |
| She was that ill man, she take me to the dance floor | |
| And she start whispering to me | |
| mos def | |
| 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 coming right | |
| I understand, i' m feeling you | |
| Beside, an 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 oney, 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 issac | |
| Like f i don' t, if i don' t, if i don' t' | |
| Showin me that tan line and that tatoo | |
| 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., ome now', i can' t say no | |
| Ginseng tree trunks, rockin the pfunk | |
| Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up | |
| Three months, she call feel i' m runnin a fever' | |
| Six months, i' m tellin her i desperately need her | |
| Nine months, flulike 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 is over, 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 kiddie club | |
| With some banging ass asian playin lay it down and lick me up | |
| What!? |
| zuò qǔ : Dante Smith | |
| sung | |
| 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 | |
| mos def 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 | |
| mos def | |
| 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 your name love, where you came from? | |
| Neck and wrist laced up, very little makeup | |
| The slims at the rebok 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 o, i' m leaving now' | |
| An hour later, sounds from jamaica | |
| She sippin crys straight up, shaking, winding her waist up | |
| Scene two: my fam throwin the jam | |
| For reed is on the stand big things is in the plan | |
| The brother big moon make space for me to move in | |
| Hey, this my man mos, baby let me introduce | |
| I turn around | |
| Say, you is the same pretty girl that i had priorly observed | |
| Trying to play me for the herb yeah, that' s her | |
| Shocked as hell she couldn' t get it together | |
| I just played it low and pretended i never met her | |
| ow you feelin', h i' m fine', nián y name is mos', ' m sharice' | |
| I heard so much good about you its nice to finally meet | |
| We moved to the booth reserved 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 fucking on me mentally | |
| We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you know me bro | |
| Even though i know the steelo, she wild sweet yo | |
| I' m about to merc, i say peace to the family | |
| She hop up like ow you gonna leave before you dance with me?' | |
| hook | |
| sung | |
| I know i can' t afford this life | |
| For a moment | |
| That its too soon | |
| To forget | |
| X2 | |
| spoken by mos def | |
| She blew my whole habit, that girl | |
| I was like hat' | |
| I played it low though, i was like eah, aiight, c' mon then, let' s go' | |
| Its mad, it was so sick, i tell ya | |
| Yo, honey was so blazin, she was just | |
| Yo, she was like j. kennedy | |
| Word bond, to my mother man | |
| She was that ill man, she take me to the dance floor | |
| And she start whispering to me | |
| mos def | |
| 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 coming right | |
| I understand, i' m feeling you | |
| Beside, an 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 oney, 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 issac | |
| Like f i don' t, if i don' t, if i don' t' | |
| Showin me that tan line and that tatoo | |
| 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., ome now', i can' t say no | |
| Ginseng tree trunks, rockin the pfunk | |
| Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up | |
| Three months, she call feel i' m runnin a fever' | |
| Six months, i' m tellin her i desperately need her | |
| Nine months, flulike 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 is over, 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 kiddie club | |
| With some banging ass asian playin lay it down and lick me up | |
| What!? |
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