Tonart: Gb major•
Verse 1
B
Well it's Friday night I'm in a club
with a crew just maxing
Cuties and booties and yo I'm
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B
ready for action
Cause Fat Joe doesn't go to
clubs for his health
It's too many skins so
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B
every man for himself
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I got me a Sex on the Beach from the bar
B
I know this girl was looking
at me from afar
Plus she with a crew they
B
She came over and asked
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me if my name was John
John Doe, so what's it to you?"
She said "Sorry yo,
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I just thought I knew you"
B
She walked away dissed because I
had dropped the bomb
I felt bad so I reached out and
gave her my apologies
She accepts it, but now she
B
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
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and I'm right behind her
B
Now we in the deli butt naked catching
wreck at last
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Cause shorty gotta fat ass
Verse 2
B
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B
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B
Shorty gotta fat ass
B
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She got a big fat...
Verse 3
B
Driving in my Five on the
B
One of those days I just
want to ride around
With three deep, me Diamond D,
and Peep
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B
(Who's Peep?) That's my man
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that be whipping the white jeeps
B
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So bust it, I hit Fordham road in the town
B
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Cause I'm riffing in the front fool,
Never too much,
and what did I see?
Honeygrip had a little
too much for me
Diamond said "Damn!" Peep
said "I know her!"
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Yeah right, whatever, I'm still pulling over
B
Hey mamita, Spanish I'm assuming
A Spanish caught wreck
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and that ass was booming
B
I couldn't see her face cause she
wouldn't turn around
Peep is out the window staring
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Five- O down (Bo bo bo!)
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cause I want to stop and chat
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yo you're fucking up my rep
B
She wouldn't turn around so
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I reached for her pelvis
B
She turned around, ugly hound dog,
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B
and I felt this (God damn!)
Money grip was ugly,
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I had to find out at last
B
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But shorty had a fat ass
Verse 4
B
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B
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Shorty gotta
B
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She got a big fat...
Verse 5
B
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B
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
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and I don't mean sound
B
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I want to smack it up, flip it, and rub it down
B
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
B
But straight up and down,
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shorty gotta fat ass
B
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B
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Verse 6
B
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Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x)
B
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B
She got a biiiiiig...
Verse 7
B
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B
B
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She got a biiiig, ha ha
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