Mos Def - Ms. Fat Booty 2 lyrics

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 f**ing 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 co*king 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 sh** 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 a** Asian playing lay it down and lick me up What