Look How She Fat

Lyrics
There's one thing about music When it hits you, you feel no pain Do it, Jah Ay Tell them, rip it Bung diddly diddly diddly Do it, Jah Ay Look how she fat, ay Look how she fat, ay Look how she fat, them just a rush her fe that, bim Look how me tracks, ay Look how me tracks Me have me weak spot inna me diamond socks The man them nowadays, them hair them plait The girls them nowadays dress up in a mini frock, ay Look how she fat, ay Look how she fat But this a MC round the microphone a chat Me slim, me black, and me always a catch Say under fe me hat a fe me natty dreadlocks, ay Look how me tracks, ay Look how me tracks Me know a likkle girl by the name of Sister Mac Say when me peel me orange, the gal want the top Say as me start me bike, the gal jump on the back The frock a weh she have on have a tear at the back Say Miss Mac a must e crack, a you a crack, ay Cah me say Look how she fat, gwaan Look how she fat, gwaan Look how she fat, them dis a rush her fe that Me take her to me yard fe make she nyam outta plate The gal gone a [?] a fe go nyam outta box Me favourite color, that a yellow and black Me sight when the ship, it anchor at the dock Me hang a fe me clothes pon a long wooden rack Say when me a go eat, me eat a big wok Say when me done that me have fe sail pon me yacht, ay Me and me gal, the one named Pat, boom Look how she fat, ay Look how she fat, ay Look how she fat, them dis a rush her fe that Say inna fe me hand, me have a card pack The first card me turn over it was a black jack You come to me house, before you enter you knock, ay Sister Pat and Sister Mac Them deh inna me yard but them round a the back, bim Look how she fat, ay Look how she fat, ay Look how she fat, them dis a rush her fe that, bim Look how she fat, ay Look how she fat, ay Look how she fat, them dis a rush her fe that, gwaan Look how me tracks, ay Look how me tracks Me have me weak spot inna me diamond socks The man them nowadays, them hair them plait The girls them nowadays dress up in a mini frock But this a MC round the microphone a chat Me slim, me black, and me always a catch Say under fe me hat a fe me natty dreadlocks, gwaan Look how she fat, ay Look how she fat, ay Look how she fat, them dis a rush her fe that, ay Look how me tracks, ay Look how me tracks Me know a likkle girl by the name of Sister Mac Say when me peel me orange, the gal want the top Say as me start me bike, the gal jump on the back The frock a weh she have on have a tear at the back Say Miss Mac a must e crack, you deh crack, ay Say Miss Mac a must e crack a you deh crack, gwaan Cah me say Look how she fat, ay Look how she fat, ay Look how she fat, them just a rush her fe that Me take her to me yard fe make she nyam outta plate The gal gone a [?] a fe go nyam outta box Me favourite color, that a yellow and black Me sight when the ship, it anchor at the dock Me hang a fe me clothes pon a long wooden rack Say when me a go eat, me eat a big wok Say when me done that me have fe sail pon me yacht, ay Me and me gal, the one named Pat, Lord
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- The Lone Ranger