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Utwór: Ms. fat booty

  • wykonawca: Mos Def
  • wyświetleń: 762


     (sung)
  I know I can't afford to stop
  for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget
  I know I can't afford to stop
  for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget
  
  [Mos Def] speaking over sung vocals
  Man.. for real
  I was in love with this girl y'know
  I was.. to' up dog! I'm tellin you man
  She was wild man.. f'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 givin 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 your name love, where you came from?
  Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up
  The slims at the Rebok 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 she was like ‘yo, I'm leaving now'
  An hour later, sounds from Jamaica
  She sippin Crys straight up, shaking, winding her waist up
  Scene two: my fam throwin the jam
  For Reed is on the stand big things is in the plan
  The brother Big Moon make space for me to move in
  Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me introduce
  I turn around
  Say, 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 low 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 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 a 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?'
  
  [hook]
  (sung)
  I know I can't afford this life
  For a moment
  That its too soon
  To forget
  x2
  
  (spoken by Mos Def)
  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 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
  
  [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 playing lovers' rock, I got the folded 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 laten ight 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 my 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 is over, 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! This 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!?

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