Work That Fat

Lyrics

[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