Ms. Fat Booty 2

Lyrics

[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