Ms. Fat Booty Lyrics
| Song | Ms. Fat Booty |
| Artist | Mos Def |
| Album | The Source Hip-Hop Music Awards 2000 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 | |
| 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', cries 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 | |
| 'Cuz baby girl got all the right weaponry | |
| Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories | |
| Chinky eyes, sweet voice is with me mentally | |
| (Fucking) | |
| 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 it's too soon to forget | |
| I know I can't afford this life | |
| For a moment | |
| That it's 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, aight, 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 it's 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 nowâ€, 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 damn it, 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? |
| 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 | |
| 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 makeup | |
| 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', cries 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 | |
| ' Cuz baby girl got all the right weaponry | |
| Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories | |
| Chinky eyes, sweet voice is with me mentally | |
| Fucking | |
| 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 it' s too soon to forget | |
| I know I can' t afford this life | |
| For a moment | |
| That it' s 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, aight, 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 it' s 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 Pfunk | |
| 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, 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 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 damn it, 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? |
| 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 | |
| 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 makeup | |
| 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', cries 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 | |
| ' Cuz baby girl got all the right weaponry | |
| Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories | |
| Chinky eyes, sweet voice is with me mentally | |
| Fucking | |
| 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 it' s too soon to forget | |
| I know I can' t afford this life | |
| For a moment | |
| That it' s 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, aight, 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 it' s 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 Pfunk | |
| 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, 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 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 damn it, 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? |
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