Work That Fat

[Intro]
Yo, yo
Where all the fat girls at?
Get on the dance floor, baby
And let me work that fat
Whoo, uh
Yeah, let me work that fat
Yeah

[Verse 1]
That's how we like 'em
Fat and proud
'Cause when they sit down
They sit all around
The whole house
Sidewalk and everything else
I'll be damned, baby
If you don't sit on yourself
But that's what I like you for
(Let me work that fat)
And take you to the crib
I swear to God
You got stuck in the door
Say you didn't
You know you did
Opened up the ice box
Ate everything in the crib
Midnight snack, my ass
Bought seven packs of cookies
Thinkin' they would last
I'll be damned
Baby ate the wrapper too
Then looked at me and said
"Nigga, I'll eat you too"
(Let me work that fat)
But guess for now that'll do
(Let me work that fat)
My baby's fat
I like her like that
I hate a skinny skank
Talkin' straight out her hat
About a credit card
And how need to give her mine
I swear to God
I'll step on that neck everytime
(Let me work that fat)

[Verse 2]
I'd rather hang out with my boys
And cruise Plymouth
Lookin' for a fat girl toy
So I can make her play
And take her to the way
And introduce her to my brother
Sonny T's bass
Or maybe my guitar
I'll play so loud
She'll quickly get her big ass in the car
Get in! Shut up!
Get in! Push the seat back
You can fit
Then sit on top of the monster
Don't care
Just shut up!
(Let me work that fat)
Get in! What?
(Let me work that fat)
Oh, you in trouble now
Mike, turn this shit up
Aw yeah

[Interlude]
(Mmm)
Let me work that fat
I told you should
Shut up, sit down
(Ohh)
Got sho'nuff plenty nerve
What?
Let me work that fat
Let me work that fat

[Verse 3]
(Ohh)
Hahaha, damn
Is this where you live?
How many food stamps did you have to give to get this palace?
Yeah, this is really nice
I betcha my thigh ain't as big as one of these mice
What kind of traps you use?
I know they don't work
Mice take the cheese and say
"D-d-damn, what a jerk!"
You must be nuts
Think I'm gon' sleep here
Quiet as it's kept
There's several things to fear in this habitat
Let me guess
You like it like that
So nobody'll rob ya
Well, as a matter of fact
Who is this brother?
What's he doing in your bed?
Wake up, brother
Before I take this new 9
And tap you on yo' head
No, no
She's my girl
Every last mile
Now I suggest you start explainin' before I slap that smile in the living room
You got a lotta nerve
Why don't you get your clothes
And introduce your silly ass to the curb?
Damn, I shoulda known
Treat a lady wrong she'll do you the same
Can I use your phone?
I wanna call Mike
Mike, give me another solo
I'm through with these fat girls
They know they fine
They pop you out everytime
You know what? You know what?
If I see your boyfriend outside
I'm gon' hit him with the car
That's right

[Outro]
Oh
Fat girls
Let me work that fat