Ms. Fat Booty 2 Lyrics - Ghostface Killah

I know I can't afford to stop 

For one moment, that it's too soon to forget 

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, she's from, let me tell you about her 

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 things 

Jewels chipped, 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 

Asked her to dance and she was like, "Yo, I'm leaving now" 

An hour later, sounds from Jamaica 

She sipping Cris straight up, shaking, winding her waist up 

Scene 2: my fam throwing the jam 

Fareed is on the stand, big things is in the plans 

The brother Big Mu makes space for me to move 

"Ayo, this my man Mos, baby, let me introduce" 

I turned around (Say word!) it was the same pretty bird 

Who I had priorly observed trying to play me for the herb 

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, 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?" 

She blew my whole head with that duke, I was like, word? 

I played it low though, I was like, yeah, aight, come on then, let's go 

Niggas was mad, niggas was so sick, I tell ya 

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 and shit 

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"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 whispered, "Honey, let's exchange numbers" 

Scene 3: weeks of dating late night conversation 

In the crib heart racing, trying to 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 cancelled 

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 trying to 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 

Ahh, 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 Kittie club 

With some banging ass Asian playing lay it down and lick me up 

What!? 

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