De La Soul Baby Fat Lyrics

Baby Fat Lyrics

Fat fat, uh
Nothin Wrong with Big Drwals
Fat fat

[Posdnuos]
It's
a sure bet
When I stare into your dark browns I get
Overwhelmed,
overjoyed, overstep
My bounds, on your touchy subject
Your weight,
shape's not what I date
It's you, my crew don't mind it thick
(Uh-uh)
Every woman ain't a video chick (Nah)
Or runway model
anorexic
I love what I can hold and grab on
So if you burn it off then
keep the flab on
We gonna stay gettin our collab on (Oww)
Girl we gonna
stay gettin our collab on (Ooh, ooh)
We gonna stay gettin our collab
on

[Chorus: Devin the Dude]
Don't stuck on the things they say, now
you know it's a nasty world( ohh, it's a nasty world)
Tryna get witcha
anyway cuz I know your a nasty girl(i'ma Nasty girl)
We's never gon'
discriminate so lemme compliment your size(complement my size)
Oooh-ooh
oooh-ooh oooooohhhh..

Yeah it's nothin but a litte baby, fat fat
[5x]

[Posdnuos]
Claim you outta shape, you not outta place
(Uh-uh)
You keep it natural with no powdered face
Without exercise you
got the eye
Starin you down, make me Wonder Why
You women wanna frown at
them stick figures
On them little ass girls, when a clique of niggaz
Run
up and try to hurl game for real
Your frame holds appeal in the
everyday
World in conceal is not the way

To go, I'm tellin you I had
to let
Ya know, ya need to let it all hang

[Dove]
Don't be scared
to show a little of that thang-thang
No matter how you wear it girl it's
femine
Kinda body everybody wanna know (Yea yea)
Be the private dancer in
my Luke show (C'mon girl)
Skip the salad girl, bring us both a menu
Eat
the whole box of chocolates I send you (Heh)
See girl, ya more than just the
apple of my
eye, confess I wanna get up in ya
thighs, the rest'll tell you
all the things..

Chorus: Devin the Dude]
[Dove]
I love it when
y'all broads wear it skintight (Skintight)
Make the big panties look like
little panties (Heh)
Tryin to lose that bottom girl you been right
It's
all dem extra cookies, I should go and thank ya granny (Uh-huh)
Don't mind
you being conscious of ya calories
If gettin paper stack man you'd get
salaries
You ain't in this alone I got a tummy to
Just lemme watch the
weight don't let it trouble you (C'mere girl)
Nine ten specimen up in ya
jeans
You 'bout a size seven and just make it fit
Slim Fast, lypo, and
body creams
I'll put you on the dogs I got a candle lit

[Chorus:
Devin the Dude]

ain't nothing wrong with big Drwals

[Chorus:
Devin the Dude]

Yeah, it's nothin but a little baby, fat fat [5x]