Work That Fat

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Yo, yo - where all the fat girls at?
Get on the dance floor, baby
And let me work that fat (Woo!)

Yeah, let me work that fat

That's how we like 'em - fat and proud
Cuz when they sit down, they sit all around
The whole house - sidewalk and everything else
I'll be damned, baby, if U don't sit on yourself
But that's what I like U 4
(Let me work that fat) {x2}
And take U 2 the crib - I swear 2 God U got stuck in the door
Say U didn't, U know U did
Opened up the ice box, ate everything in the crib
Midnight snack, my ass!
Bought 7 packs of cookies, thinking they would last
I'll be damned, baby ate the wrapper 2!
Then looked at me and said, "Nigga, I'll eat U, 2!"

(Let me work that fat) {x2}
But I guess 4 now that'll do
My baby's fat - I like her like that
I hate a skinny skench talking straight out her hat
About a credit card, and how I need 2 give her mine
I swear 2 God I'll step on that neck every time!
(Let me work that fat)

I'd rather hang out with my boys and cruise Plymouth
Lookin' 4 a fat girl toy so I can make a play
And take her 2 the way
And introduce her 2 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 - U can fit
Then sit on top of the monster, I don't care!
Just shut up, get in!
(Let me work that fat) {x2}
What? What?
Oh! {x3}
U in trouble now!
Mike, turn this shit up!
Aw yeah!

(Let me work that fat) {x2}

Told U U should...
Shut up! Sit down!
Got sho'nuff plenty nerve
(What, what?)
(Let me work that fat) {x2}

Ha ha ha...!
Damn, is this where U live?
How many food stamps did U have 2 give 2 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 U use?
I know they don't work
Mice take the cheese and say, "D-d-damn, what a jerk!"

U must be nuts - think I'm go'n sleep here
Quiet as it's kept
There's several things 2 fear in this habitat
Let me guess, let me guess
"U like it like that" {x2}
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, 'fore I take this new 9 and tap U on your head!
No no, she's my girl - every last mile
Now I suggest U start explaining
Before I slap that smile in the living room
U got a lotta nerve
Why don't U get your clothes
And introduce your silly ass 2 the curb?
Damn, I shoulda known
Treat a lady wrong, she'll do U the same
Can I use your phone?
I wanna call Mike
Mike, gimme another solo
I'm through with these fat girls

They know they fine
They pop U out every time
Know what, U know what?
If I see your boyfriend outside
I'm go'n hit him with the car
That's right
Fat girls
Let me work that fat

Writer/s: Prince