Shorty Gotta Fat Ass

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Joseph Antonio Cartagena (born August 19, 1970), better known by his stage name Fat Joe, is an American rapper, CEO of Terror Squad Entertainment, and member of musical groups D.I.T.C. and Terror Squad. more »


Well it's Friday night  I'm in a club with a crew just maxing 

Cuties and booties and yo I'm ready for action 

Cause Fat Joe doesn't go to clubs for his health 

It's too many skins  so every man for himself 

I got me a Sex on the Beach from the bar 

I know this girl was looking at me from afar 

Plus she with a crew  they all got it going on 

She came over and asked me if my name was John 

I said  "Yeah, John Doe, so what's it to you?" 

She said "Sorry yo, I just thought I knew you" 

She walked away dissed because I had dropped the bomb 

I felt bad so I reached out and snatched her arm 

I pulled her back, gave her my apologies 

She accepts it, but now she starts to follow me 

Watching where I'm going, seeing who I know 

Once she saw the Gucci, she said "Oh, that's Fat Joe" 

I could hear the conversation, Shorty was digging me 

No way she was igging me, ayo she was big on me 

Throughout the night she remained in my eyesight 

My man Black Caese was telling me "Yo she's fly, right?" 

No that the jam is over there's no need to front 

Cause she's leaving out the club and I'm right behind her 

Now we in the deli butt naked catching wreck at last 

Cause shorty gotta fat ass 

Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x) 

She got a big fat... 

Driving in my Five on the live side of town 

One of those days I just want to ride around 

With three deep, me Diamond D, and Peep 

(Who's Peep?) That's my man that be whipping the white jeeps 

So bust it, I hit Fordham road in the town 

Cause I'm riffing in the front fool, Luther Vandross 

Never too much, and what did I see? 

Honeygrip had a little too much for me 

Diamond said "Damn!" Peep said "I know her!" 

Yeah right, whatever, I'm still pulling over 

Hey mamita, Spanish I'm assuming 

A Spanish caught wreck and that ass was booming 

I couldn't see her face cause she wouldn't turn around 

Peep is out the window staring Five-O down (Bo bo bo!) 

Chill with that, cause I want to stop and chat 

Like a diplomat, yo you're fucking up my rep 

She wouldn't turn around so I reached for her pelvis 

She turned around, ugly hound dog, and I felt this (God damn!) 

Money grip was ugly, I had to find out at last 

But shorty had a fat ass 

Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x) 

She got a big fat... 

No need to be ill come all out my face 

But the name is Fat Joe and in love I got good taste 

Big butts come a dime a dozen in New York 

I couldn't help but notice when I watch you walk 

You got the booming system and I don't mean sound 

I want to smack it up, flip it, and rub it down 

I know girls try to say I'm living foul 

But you know you can't trust a big but and a smile 

I'm not concerned with the niggas in your past 

But straight up and down, shorty gotta fat ass 

Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x) 

She got a biiiiiig... 

Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x) 

She got a biiiig, ha ha 


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