Fat Joe - Shorty Gotta Fat Ass lyrics

Shorty gotta future behind her

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 buck naked
Catching wreck at last
'Cause shorty gotta fat ass

Shorty gotta fat ass shorty gotta fat ass
Shorty gotta fat as she got a big fat

Driving in my Five on the live side of town
One of those days, I just wanna 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 wanna 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 shorty gotta fat ass
Shorty gotta fat as she got a big

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 shorty gotta fat ass
Shorty gotta fat as she got a biiiig

Shorty gotta fat ass shorty gotta fat ass
Shorty gotta fat as she got a biiiig, ha ha