Work That Fat

[Intro]

Yo, yo

Where all the fat girls at?

Get on the dance floor, baby

And let me work that fat

Whoo, uh

Yeah, let me work that fat

Yeah

[Verse 1]

That's how we like 'em

Fat and proud

'Cause when they sit down

They sit all around

The whole house

Sidewalk and everything else

I'll be damned, baby

If you don't sit on yourself

But that's what I like you for

(Let me work that fat)

And take you to the crib

I swear to God

You got stuck in the door

Say you didn't

You know you did

Opened up the ice box

Ate everything in the crib

Midnight snack, my ass

Bought seven packs of cookies

Thinkin' they would last

I'll be damned

Baby ate the wrapper too

Then looked at me and said

"Nigga, I'll eat you too"

(Let me work that fat)

But  guess for now that'll do

(Let me work that fat)

My baby's fat

I like her like that

I hate a skinny skank

Talkin' straight out her hat

About a credit card

And how I  need to give her mine

I swear to God

I'll step on that neck every time

(Let me work that fat)

[Verse 2]

I'd rather hang out with my boys

And cruise Plymouth

Lookin' for a fat girl toy

So I can make her play

And take her to the way

And introduce her to my brother

Sonny T's bass

Or maybe my guitar

I'll play so loud

She'll quickly get her big ass in the car

Get in! Shut up!

Get in! Push the seat back

You can fit

Then sit on top of the monster

I don't care, just shut up!

(Let me work that fat)

Get in! What?

(Let me work that fat)

Oh, you in trouble now

Mike, turn this shit up

Aw yeah

[Interlude]

(Mmm)

Let me work that fat

I told you should

Shut up, sit down

(Ohh)

Got sho'nuff plenty nerve

What?

Let me work that fat

Let me work that fat

[Verse 3]

(Ohh)

Hahaha, damn

Is this where you live?

How many food stamps did you have to give to get this palace?

Yeah, this is really nice

I betcha my thigh ain't as big as one of these mice

What kind of traps you use?

I know they don't work

Mice take the cheese and say

"D-d-damn, what a jerk!"

You must be nuts

Think I'm gon' sleep here

Quiet as it's kept

There's several things to fear in this habitat

Let me guess, let me guess

You like it like that, you like it like that

So nobody'll rob ya

Well, as a matter of fact

Who is this brother?

What's he doing in your bed?

Wake up, brother

Before I take this new 9

And tap you on yo' head

No, no, she's my girl

Every last mile

Now I suggest you start explainin' before I slap that smile in the living room

You got a lotta nerve

Why don't you get your clothes

And introduce your silly ass to the curb?

Damn, I shoulda known

Treat a lady wrong she'll do you the same

Can I use your phone?

I wanna call Mike

Mike, give me another solo

I'm through with these fat girls

They know they fine

They pop you out everytime

You know what? You know what?

If I see your boyfriend outside

I'm gon' hit him with the car

That's right

[Outro]

Oh

Fat girls

Let me work that fat