Ms. Fat Booty

English translation

I know -I can't afford to stop -Man, dog.

I was in love with this girl, -dog. I was- -For I know that it's too soon to forget

Just tore up, dog.

-I'm telling you, man.

-I know I can't afford to stop -Wow, man -For I know

For real. It's, it's true.

Let me tell you about her -That it's too soon to forget -Yo, in she came with the same type game, the type of girl giving out the fake cellphone and name.

Big fame, she like catching big things. Jewel chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range.

Had seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than once.

Ass so fat that you can see her from the front. She spot me like paparazzi, shot me a glance.

In that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants. Hot damn. What's your name, love? Where you came from?

Neck and wrist laced up, very little makeup.

Do swims at the Reebok gym, tone your frame up. But 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 and she was like, "Yo,

I'm leaving now. " An hour later, sounds from Jamaica.

She sipping Cris straight up, skanking wild in her waist up. Scene two.

My fam throwing a jam, Fareed is on the stand. Big things is in the plan.

The brother Big Moon make space for me to move in. "Hey, yo, this is my man Mos, baby, let me introduce.

" I turn around, say what?

It was the same pretty bird who I had priorly observed, trying to play me for the herb. I gotta ask her. Shocked to tell, she couldn't get it together.

I just played along and pretended I never met her. "How you feeling? " "Oh, I'm fine.

" "My name is Mos. " "I'm Cherise. I heard so much good about you.

It's nice to finally meet.

" We moved to the booth reserved for crew especially, and honey love ended up sitting directly next to me.

I'm tight, polite, but now I'm looking at her skeptically, 'cause baby girl got all the right weaponry.

Designer fabrics, shoes, and accessories. Cheeky eyes, sweet voice, this on me mentally.

We conversated, made her laugh. "Yeah, you know me, bro.

" Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet, yo. I'm about to murk, I say peace to the family.

She hop up like, "How you gon' leave before you dance with me? " She blew my whole average, I did.

I was like, "What? "

I played it low, though. I was like, "Yeah, a'ight, come on then, let's go. "

This is mad. This is so sick. I'm telling you, yo. Honey was sunglasses. She was. . .

Yo, she looked like Jay Kennedy, word bond. To my mama, man.

She was that L, man. She take it to the dance floor and she start whispering to me.

"Yo, let me apologize for the other night.

I know it wasn't right, but baby, you know what it's like. Some brothers don't become a right.

I understand, I'm feeling you. Besides, can I have a dance? Ain't really that original.

" We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades.

They playing lover's rock, I got to fold her fingers on the waist. Heat in my butt up like the Arizona summer.

Song finishes, she whisper, "Honey, let's exchange numbers. " Scene three.

We sedating, late night conversation.

In the crib, heart racing, trying to be cool and patient. She touched on my eyelids, the room goes silent.

She walked away smiling, singing Gregory Isaacs like, "If I don't, if I don't, if I don't. "

She want me at 10, nine, and that tattoo. Playing Sade, sweet as taboo.

Burning candles, all my other plans got canceled. Man, I'm smashing like a Idaho potato.

She call me at my J-O, come now, I can't say no. Ginseng tree trunks, rocking a P-Funk.

Cocking her knees up, champion, loving to ease up. Three months, she call, I feel

I'm running a fever. Six months, I'm telling her I desperately need her.

Nine months, blue light specials when shorty not around.

I need more than to knock it down, I'm really trying to lock it down. Midnight, we hook up and go at it.

Burn her slow and let her know, "Sweetheart, I got to have it.

" She telling me commitment is something she can't manage.

Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic. Aw, damn it. is on Harrison, full frantic. My 911's unanswered by my fly

Taurus enchantress. Next week, Moo hit me up.

I saw Cherise at the Kitty Club with some banging ass Asian playing Lay It Down and Lick Me Up. What?