Ms. Fat Booty

[Chorus] 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 [Intro] 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 [Verse 1] 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 thangs – Jewels chipped, money clip, phone flip, the 6 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 "Aiyyo, this my man Mos, baby, let me introduce" I turned around ("Say word!") Yo, it's 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 wit' me?" [Chorus] 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 [Interlude] 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... [Verse 2] "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, traipsed 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, and she whisper, "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', singing 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 morning, she gone like it was magic – gahdamn 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 bangin' ass Asian, playin' 'lay it down and lick me up'" "What?!!" [Outro] Can you believe that shit, dude? G, I was like... "what???" Ohhh, man, I was so sick, I was sooo sick, yo I ha--I had no idea, that shit caught me like, "Baow!" Fucked up in the game, man – I was really feeling shorty...