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Well it's Friday night, I'm in a club with a crew just maxing
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Cuties and booties and yo I'm ready for action
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Cause Fat Joe doesn't go to clubs for his health
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It's too many skins, so every man for himself
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I got me a Sex on the Beach from the bar
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I know this girl was looking at me from afar
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Plus she with a crew, they all got it going on
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She came over and asked me if my name was John
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I said, "Yeah, John Doe, so what's it to you?"
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She said "Sorry yo, I just thought I knew you"
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She walked away dissed because I had dropped the bomb
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I felt bad so I reached out and snatched her arm
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I pulled her back, gave her my apologies
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She accepts it, but now she starts to follow me
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Watching where I'm going, seeing who I know
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Once she saw the Gucci, she said "Oh, that's Fat Joe"
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I could hear the conversation, Shorty was digging me
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No way she was igging me, ayo she was big on me
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Throughout the night she remained in my eyesight
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My man Black Caese was telling me "Yo she's fly, right?"
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No that the jam is over there's no need to front
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Cause she's leaving out the club and I'm right behind her
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Now we in the deli butt naked catching wreck at last
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Cause shorty gotta fat ass
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Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x)
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She got a big fat...
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Driving in my Five on the live side of town
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One of those days I just wanna ride around
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With three deep, me Diamond D, and Peep
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(Who's Peep?) That's my man that be whipping the white jeeps
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So bust it, I hit Fordham road in the town
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Cause I'm riffing in the front fool, Luther Vandross
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Never too much, and what did I see?
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Honeygrip had a little too much for me
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Diamond said "Damn!" Peep said "I know her!"
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Yeah right, whatever, I'm still pulling over
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Hey mamita, Spanish I'm assuming
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A Spanish caught wreck and that ass was booming
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I couldn't see her face cause she wouldn't turn around
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Peep is out the window staring Five-O down (Bo bo bo!)
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Chill with that, cause I wanna stop and chat
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Like a diplomat, yo you're fucking up my rep
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She wouldn't turn around so I reached for her pelvis
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She turned around, ugly hound dog, and I felt this (God damn!)
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Money grip was ugly, I had to find out at last
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But shorty had a fat ass
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Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x)
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She got a big fat...
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No need to be ill come all out my face
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But the name is Fat Joe and in love I got good taste
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Big butts come a dime a dozen in New York
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I couldn't help but notice when I watch you walk
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You got the booming system and I don't mean sound
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I want to smack it up, flip it, and rub it down
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I know girls try to say I'm living foul
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But you know you can't trust a big but and a smile
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I'm not concerned with the niggas in your past
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But straight up and down, shorty gotta fat ass
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Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x)
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She got a biiiiiig...
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Shorty gotta fat ass (Repeat 3x)
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She got a biiiig, ha ha
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Shorty Gotta Fat Ass
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