Ms. Fat Booty Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

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 slims 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 leaving now 

An hour later, sounds from Jamaica 

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

Scene two: my fam throwing the jam 

Fareed is on the stand big things is in the plans 

The brother Big Moon make space for me to move in 

Hey, 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 

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 a laugh, yeah you know me bro 

Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet, yo 

I'm about to murk, I say peace to the family 

She hop up like, how you gon' leave before you dance with 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 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 three: 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 Issac 

Like, if I don't, if I don't 

Showing me that tan line and that tattoo 

Playing Sade, Sweetest Taboo 

Burning candles, all my other plans got cancelled 

Man I smashed it like an 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 

Ah damn it, my shit is on Harrison Ford frantic 

My 911's unanswered by my fly Taurus enchantress 

Next week, Moon hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty club 

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

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