De La Soul - Baby Phat lyrics

Fat fat, uh Nothin Wrong with Big Drwals Fat fat (Posdnuos) It's a sure bet When I stare into your dark browns I get Overwhelmed, overjoyed, overstep My bounds, on your touchy subject Your weight, shape's not what I date It's you, my crew don't mind it thick (Uh-uh) Every woman ain't a video chick (Nah) Or runway model anorexic I love what I can hold and grab on So if you burn it off then keep the flab on We gonna stay gettin our collab on (Oww) Girl we gonna stay gettin our collab on (Ooh, ooh) We gonna stay gettin our collab on (Chorus: Devin the Dude) Don't stuck on the things they say, now you know it's a nasty world( ohh, it's a nasty world) Tryna get witcha anyway cuz I know your a nasty girl(i'ma Nasty girl) We's never gon' discriminate so lemme compliment your size(complement my size) Oooh-ooh oooh-ooh oooooohhhh.. Yeah it's nothin but a litte baby, fat fat (5x) (Posdnuos) Claim you outta shape, you not outta place (Uh-uh) You keep it natural with no powdered face Without exercise you got the eye Starin you down, make me Wonder Why You women wanna frown at them stick figures On them little a** girls, when a clique of n***az Run up and try to hurl game for real Your frame holds appeal in the everyday World in conceal is not the way To go, I'm tellin you I had to let Ya know, ya need to let it all hang (Dove) Don't be scared to show a little of that thang-thang No matter how you wear it girl it's femine Kinda body everybody wanna know (Yea yea) Be the private dancer in my Luke show (C'mon girl) Skip the salad girl, bring us both a menu Eat the whole box of chocolates I send you (Heh) See girl, ya more than just the apple of my eye, confess I wanna get up in ya thighs, the rest'll tell you all the things.. Chorus: Devin the Dude) (Dove) I love it when y'all broads wear it skintight (Skintight) Make the big panties look like little panties (Heh) Tryin to lose that bottom girl you been right It's all dem extra cookies, I should go and thank ya granny (Uh-huh) Don't mind you being conscious of ya calories If gettin paper stack man you'd get salaries You ain't in this alone I got a tummy to Just lemme watch the weight don't let it trouble you (C'mere girl) Nine ten specimen up in ya jeans You 'bout a size seven and just make it fit Slim Fast, lypo, and body creams I'll put you on the dogs I got a candle lit (Chorus: Devin the Dude) ain't nothing wrong with big Drwals (Chorus: Devin the Dude) Yeah, it's nothin but a little baby, fat fat (5x)