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Ms. Fat Booty
Mos Def Lyrics


I know I can't afford to stop (man, cool)
For one moment (I was in love with this girl, dude)
That it's too soon to forget (I was tore up, dawg)
I know I can't afford to stop (I'm telling you, man)
(Wow, man)
For one moment (for real)
That it's too soon (it's, she's too-)
Let me tell you about her
To for- (yo)

In she came with the same type game
The type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name
Big fame (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 Schwinns at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of?
I tried to play it lowkey 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, skanking, whining her waist up
Scene two, my fam throwing a jam
Fareed is on the stand, big things is in the plans (uh)
The brother Big Moon make space for me to move in
"Ay, yo, this my man, Mos, baby, let me introduce"
I turn around (say word)
It was the same pretty bird who I had priorly observed
Tryna play me for the herb (yeah, that's her)
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- 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 '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 dude, I was like, "Word?"
I played it low though, I was like
"Yeah, aight, come on then, let's go"
Was mad, was so sick, I tell-
Yo, honey was so blazing she was just
What? 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

"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 (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 Issacs
Like, "if I don't, if I don't have you"
Showing me her 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 nuh 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 (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, 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
What?

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Written by: Charles Singleton, Dante Smith, Eddie Snyder, Lamont Dorrell

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weebabyshakeus

Lyrics:

I know I can't afford to stop (man, cool)
For one moment (I was in love with this girl, dude)
That it's too soon to forget (I was tore up, dawg)
I know I can't afford to stop (I'm telling you, man)
(Wow, man)
For one moment (for real)
That it's too soon (it's, she's too-)
Let me tell you about her
To for- (yo)
In she came with the same type game
The type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name
Big fame (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 Schwinns at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of?
I tried to play it lowkey 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, skanking, whining her waist up
Scene two, my fam throwing a jam
Fareed is on the stand, big things is in the plans (uh)
The brother Big Moon make space for me to move in
"Ay, yo, this my man, Mos, baby, let me introduce"
I turn around (say word)
It was the same pretty bird who I had priorly observed
Tryna play me for the herb (yeah, that's her)
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- 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 '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 dude, I was like, "Word?"
I played it low though, I was like
"Yeah, aight, come on then, let's go"
Was mad, was so sick, I tell-
Yo, honey was so blazing she was just
What? 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
"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 (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 Issacs
Like, "if I don't, if I don't have you"
Showing me her 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 nuh 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 (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, 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
What?



şahin.

I know I can't afford to stop (man, cool)
For one moment (I was in love with this girl, dude)
That it's too soon to forget (I was tore up, dawg)
I know I can't afford to stop (I'm telling you, man)
(Wow, man)
For one moment (for real)
That it's too soon (it's, she's too-)
Let me tell you about her
To for- (yo)
In she came with the same type game
The type of girl giving out the fake cell phone and name
Big fame (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 Schwinns at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of?
I tried to play it lowkey 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, skanking, whining her waist up
Scene two, my fam throwing a jam
Fareed is on the stand, big things is in the plans (uh)
The brother Big Moon make space for me to move in
"Ay, yo, this my man, Mos, baby, let me introduce"
I turn around (say word)
It was the same pretty bird who I had priorly observed
Tryna play me for the herb (yeah, that's her)
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- 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 '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 dude, I was like, "Word?"
I played it low though, I was like
"Yeah, aight, come on then, let's go"
Was mad, was so sick, I tell-
Yo, honey was so blazing she was just
What? 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
"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 (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 Issacs
Like, "if I don't, if I don't have you"
Showing me her 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 nuh 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 (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, 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
What?



George Kouklitis

I can't afford to stop for one moment
that it's too soon to forget
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
that it's too soon to forget

[Mos Def speaking over sung vocals]
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 just too... let me tell you about her

[Mos Def:]
Yo, 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 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
Axed her to dance and she was like "Yo, I'm leaving now"
An hour later, sounds from Jamaica
She's sipping Cris' straight up, skanking, winding her waist up

Scene two: my fam throwing a jam
Fareed is on the stand big things is in the plan
The brother Big Mu makes space for me to move
Hey, yo, 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 (Yeah, that's her)
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, I 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?"

I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon to forget
I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
That it's too soon to forget

[Mos continues speaking through sung hook:]
She blew my whole head with that dude, I was like "What?"
I played it low though, I was like
"Yeah, aiight, c'mon then, let's go"
This mad, the shit is so sick, I'm telling yo
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
[Mos Def:]
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 whisper, 'Honey, let's exchange numbers.'

Scene three: weeks of dating late night conversation
In the crib heart racing, tryna 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 canceled
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 tryna 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, Mu hit me up, I saw Sharice at the Kitty club
With some banging ass Asian playing lay it down and lick me up
What!?



Jayepizzle NyC

Too many hits on this album all rated 5 stars.
Got
Umi says
Climb
May-December
Hip hop
Love
Speed law
Mathematics
New world water
Love to me is the best track on this album. Have to hear it more than once for it to grow on you



N/A

Mos Def last verse on the song Definition one of the sickest verses in Hip Hop imo.

Still sippin' wishin' well water, imported, from Pluto
Three hundred and sixty milliliters for all our believers
In miles or kilometers, most cats, cannot proceed us
In the jungle with the leaders we the lions you the cheaters
A cypher, will complete us if we come through your receivers
You can play us and repeat us and then take us home and read us
(Line for line) Good Jesus, Mos Def and Kweli just
Make a pussy freeze up, thinkin' we will ease up



HGTP:MrInbetween

I know I can't afford to stop
For one moment, that it's too soon to forget
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 tellin' you, man
Shit is wild, man, for real
It's, she's from, let me tell you about her

Yo, in she came with the same type game
The type of girl givin' out the fake cellphone 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 Schwinns 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 leavin' now"
An hour later, sounds from Jamaica
She's sippin' Cris' straight up, skankin', windin' her waist up
Scene 2 — my fam's throwin' a jam
Fareed is on the stand, big things is in the plans
The brother Big Mu makes space for me to move
"A-yo, this my man Mos, baby, let me introduce"
I turned around (Say word!)
You was the same pretty bird who I had priorly observed
Tryin' to play me for the herb (Yeah, that's her)
Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together
I just played along 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, it's 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 fuckin' 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?"

I know I can't afford to stop
For one moment, that it's too soon to forget
I know I can't afford to stop
For one moment, that it's too soon to forget

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 blazin', 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 whisperin' to me

"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 comin' right"
I understand, I'm feelin' you
Besides, "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 the folded fingers on her waist
Heatin' my blood up like the Arizona summer
Song finished then she whispered, "Honey, let's exchange numbers"
Scene 3 — 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', singin' Gregory Isaacs
Like, "If I don't, if I don't have you"
Showin' me her tan line and her tattoo
Playin' Sade, Sweetest Taboo
Burnin' 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, rockin' the P-funk
Cockin' 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 stoge and let her know, sweetheart, I got to have it
She tellin' me commitment is somethin' she can't manage
Wake up the next mornin', she gone like it was magic
Aww, 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 bangin' ass Asian playin' lay it down and lick me up
What!?



All comments from YouTube:

Jerry G

The art of storytelling is missing in a lot of hip hop. This one is perfect

Association Lézinisyé

Just like Slick Rick!!!

Kim Cooper

@Brewnoe ppmmmp

ROSCOE 1600

not all music needs to tell a story

Amar Bhogal

@Brewnoe probably not not everyone has knowledge like us respect for like my self clocking that I felt like commenting don't u mean da art of storytelling lol

Amar Bhogal

Listen to da art of storytelling by Outkast

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2001 here, anything compared to this shit must've been lit on lice ass fire...

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