Band: Mos Def Album: Black on Both Sides Song: Ms. Fatbooty Yo; In she came with the same tight game The type of girl givin out the fake cell phone and name Big fame, she like cats with big things 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 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 but she was like 'yo, I'm leaving now' An hour later, sounds from Jamaica She sippin Crys straight up, shaking wining her waist up Scene two: my fam throwin the jam Fareed is on the stand big things is in the plan The brother Big Moon make space for me to move Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me introduce I turn around (Say word), you is the same pretty girl that 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 it off and pretended I never met her ‘How you feelin', ‘oh I'm fine', ‘my name is Mos', ‘I'm Sharice' 'I heard so much good about you its nice to finally meet' We moved to the booth reserved for crew especially And honey love ended up sittin directly next to me I'm type polite but now I'm lookin at her skeptically Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories Chinky eyes, sweet voice is fucking on me mentally We conversated, made her laugh, yeah you know me bro Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet yo I'm about to merc, I say peace to the family She hop up like 'how you gonna leave before you dance with me?' Chorus: 2X [Mos (spoken)] She blew my whole habit, that girl I was like ‘what' I played it low though, I was like ‘yeah, aiight, c'mon then, let's go' Its mad, it was just so sick, I tell ya Yo, honey was so blazin, she was just Yo, she was like J. 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 [Mos Def] "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" "Beside, 'can I have a dance?' ain't really that original" We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades They playin lovers' rock, I got to put the fingers on her waist He end my butt up like the Arizona summer song Finished then she whisper 'honey, let's exchange numbers' Scene three: weeks of datin late night conversation In the crib heart racin, tryin to be cool and patient She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent She walked away smilin singing Gregory Issac Like 'if I don't, if I don't, if I don't' Showin me that tan line and that tatoo Playin Sade, "Sweetest Taboo" Burnin candles, all my other plans got canceled 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, rockin the p-funk Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up Three months, she call 'I feel I'm runnin a fever' Six months, I'm tellin 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 tryin to lock it down Midnight we hook up and go at it Burn a stoger, let her know, sweetheart I got to have it She tellin me commitment is somethin she can't manage Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic Ahh damnit! My shit is all Harrison Ford frantic My 911 wasn't answered by my fly Taurus enchantress Next week, who hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kiddie club With some banging ass Asian playin lay it down and lick me up What!? Chorus --- http://www.lyricsdot.com/ - 95000+ lyrics from 10000+ bands online