Mos Def - Ms. Fat Booty (1999) [Explicit] #Music #HipHop #Hit #Classic



Lyrics:
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
that it's too soon to forget
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
that it's too soon to forget

[Mos Def speaking over sung vocals]
Man, duke I was in love with this girl, duke
I was tore-up dog! I'm telling you man
Shit is wild, man, for 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 giving 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 laced 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
Axed her to dance and she was like "Yo, I'm leaving now"
An hour later, sounds from Jamaica
She's sipping Cris' straight up, skanking, winding her waist up

Scene two: my fam throwing a jam
Fareed is on the stand big things is in the plan
The brother Big Mu makes space for me to move
Hey, yo, this my man Mos, baby let me introduce; I turn around
Say word! It was the same pretty bird who 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 along and pretended I never met her
"How you feeling?" "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 sitting directly next to me
I'm type polite but now I'm looking at her skeptically
'Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry
Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories
Chinky eyes, sweet voice is (fucking) with me mentally
We conversated, I made her laugh, yeah you know me bro
Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet yo
I'm 'bout to murk, I say peace to the family
She hop up like "How you gon' leave before you dance with me?"

I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon to forget
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon to forget

[Mos continues speaking through sung hook:]
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"
This mad, the shit is so sick, I'm telling yo
Yo, honey was so blazing, she was just..
Yo, she looked like Jayne 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 it's like
Some brothers don't be coming right
I understand, I'm feeling you
Besides, '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
Heating my blood up like the Arizona summer song
Finished then she whisper, 'Honey, let's exchange numbers.'

Scene three: weeks of dating late night conversation
In the crib heart racing, tryna be cool and patient
She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent
She walked away smiling singing Gregory Isaacs
Like 'If I don't, if I don't have you...'
Showing me her tan line and her tattoo
Playing Sade, "Sweetest Taboo"
Burning candles, all my other plans got canceled
Man I smashed it like a Idaho potato
She call me at my J.O., 'Come now,' I can't say no
Ginseng tree trunks, rocking the P-Funk
Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up
Three months, she call 'I feel I'm running a fever.'
Six months, I'm telling 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 tryna lock it down
Midnight we hook up and go at it
Burn a stoge and let her know, sweetheart I got to have it
She telling me commitment is something she can't manage
Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic
Ah, damn it! My shit is on Harrison Ford Frantic
My 911's unanswered by my fly Taurus enchantress
Next week, Mu hit me up, I saw Sharice at the Kitty club
With some banging ass Asian playing lay it down and lick me up
What!?

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