Ms. Fat Booty 2

[Intro: Yasiin Bey]

Modern girl'!

[Chorus: Yasiin Bey]

Yeah, I say girls, girls, girls, girls

Reach out and clap your hands

I be the fabulous man–so, just play the fabulous fan

And, bring the breeze, bring the breeze

[Verse 1: Yasiin Bey]

From the moment that I saw ya, I knew you was trouble

But I disregarded Detour signs

And did not Stop 'til you was mine

I guess God was like, "Aight – fine!"

Careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it in heaps

Try to give it back, it be like, "Nah, that's yours to keep!"

So poetic, baby girl, you make it hard to speak

My dream lover make it hard to sleep

(I wrote a little song about it...)

In she came with the same type game

The hairdo, Prada shoes, brand new Gucci frame

Big thangs! So big you can't hardly explain

When she done crossed her legs, she make mind turn insane

Had seen her on the ave' and spotted her, on mi monitor

Ass so fat, she think police try follow her, she la-la-love

Expert in the bedwork corridor

Man sees a' touches her, man ya feel sorry for

Hustlers (Bluk!), bubblers (Bluk!), jugglers (Blup!), sufferers {*Gulp!*} –

All wanna know what her name and phone number was

They're spendin' up their money like customer of di dutty rock

Back it t'up and turn it t'up, X to mark di party dub

Soundbwoy out and call di club – "All nice and decent crew...!"

Yeah yeah, I'm tryin to ride with a diamond like you

Lookin' pretty in the club, plus she love Mos and Wu!

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Ass by the stacks, breasts mashed

Hair wrapped Wilma style – chunky, that's how I like my batch

You a rose from the hood, smoked out of '89

We had way back – you had a baby by 'Vine

But that's irrelevant – bygones is bygones

Calgon is Calgons, love it when you jump in Ghost thongs

Steppin' out of B-B-Q's

'Member when we'd lick the cream out of Suzy Q's?

Spaghetti jewels, the big word on the street –

You like Millie Jackson in the new Mack flick, carryin' heat

Or say, with Oprah with a makeover, "Billie Jean" slash Dairy Queen

Fantasy is–can I eat you on the swing?

See it's written all over my face – Daily News

Big bold lettered, front page: "Starks – how it taste?!?"

[Bridge 1: Yasiin Bey]

To all the fine ass ghetto troublemakers from all over the world

(You know who you are)

Ass from New York, to L.A., Miami to Atlanta, GA

Cakalaks, to the Bay – any place in the world that they stay

Even Japan and the U.K. – you know you got'ta...

[Verse 3: Yasiin Bey]

Watch out! The way she had chugged wine and cackled

Threw her hands high and make her backside pop out

Watch out! If you don't have the V.I.P. lock'd out

And dem big dollars they talk 'bout, just turn around and walk out!

You better watch out! Exotic fabrics, speech elaborate

Think it's mid-day traffic, runnin' game like the Mavericks

Making time seem elastic when we stretch out and smash it

Then vanish like a phantom and interrup' my understandin', like–"What?!?"

[Bridge 2: Yasiin Bey]

Special, special dedication

To all the fine-ass ghetto troublemakers–out in the world today

Some in this very party right here, right now tonight

Some of them listenin' to this song in they jeeps

Some of them listenin' to this song at they job

Some of them runnin' game on some cat right now

I want you to just rock and bounce to that

Rock and bounce to that, I say...

[Reprise Chorus: Yasiin Bey]

Girls, girls, girls, girls –

Reach out and clap your hands

I be the fabulous man–so, just play the fabulous fan

And, bring the breeze, bring the breeze

Say girls, girls, girls, girls

Reach out and clap your hands

I be the fabulous man–so, just play the fabulous fan

And, bring the breeze, bring the breeze