Fat Joe: Shorty gotta fat ass

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 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 (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