Verse 1:
(Ludacris)
Yo, girl you taste like a Cinnabun
So sweet
From the thighs to the cheek
Sex on the beach
Check the size of my meat
Call me the butcher
Ludacris, King Ding-a-ling
Seed smusher
Sweet street pusher
Give me that gusher
Nasty stuff, look up
I's took her
Ran outta liquor
Time to re-up
Here comes her nigga
Who gives a fuck?
Rap fame, and plat' fangs
They can't hang
I make dames an' pack thangs
An' act strange
Dang-a-lang, dang-a-lang
Oh no, they can't stop
Take it to the floor
Back up, and then drop
Effervescent
Time's of the essence
Make 'em undress an' less than three seconds
The roars keep steppin'
Whores keep slobbin'
Sex as a weapon
Clothes that I slept in
Streets keep mobbin'
These keep robbin'
Get two in ya butt
Three to ya noggin
Creepin' an' crawlin'
I'm Incognig'
Can't catch the balls
Then you in the wrong league
Let a dog breathe
Watch a pimp walk
Shut yo ass up when ya hear a pimp talk
Frisky, ya dreams
Krispy as Kreme
You lookin' mighty fine in them jeans
Chorus:
Oh, you fella want a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
Who me?
You know I got a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
What you mean?
In my jeans I got a fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
Fat as a bitch
Fatty girl, fatty girl, fatty girl
Verse 2:
(LL Cool J)
International baller, baby
Yo bird's in the coop goin'
"Baby tell me if you don't feel me"
Easy, I feel greasy when you squeeze me
I'm talkin' down home, smothered in gravy
Cool J be havin' young ladies bustin' like 380s
Lubricated silencers crushin' all challengers
Cats that be claimin' they glocks, but really Dillingers
Get it, Glock Dillinger?
I'm big, you small
More nuts on your face than graffiti on the wall
Hair like Brillo
Cuttin' up my pillow
Got 'em sayin', "Hello"
Naked in a tub of Jello
Still no competition
Still flow, nigga listen
(I'm not supposed to do this type of thing
I'm a Christian)
Man, it's like a scene out of Player's magazine
Let them otha cats holla
L'll make ya scream
Chorus
Verse 3:
(Keith Murray)
Welcome home Murray!
This is in thought of those girls that got the goods
To them chicks that don't, eh, it's still all good
Some broads got a automatic thickness for E
Ya soon get it
This thing workin' hard at it
Goodness gracious, good God Almighty
You got a badoon-ka-dook
Girl, don't hurt nobody
Toes all painted
Feet all out
It's a aphrodisiac for the mall, without a doubt
Juicy, chunky, stinky, funky
Gut slap, I'm born phat
I cater to your every fantasy
You got your tongue, clitoris, tits, and belly pierced
Necklace around your waist
Toe rings, girl do your thing
I mean, in them jeans your shape is beautiful
An' I'm "For you, by you" like FUBU
Whoo-wee, Jesus, JoJo, K-Ci, and Mary
Girl, you don't know what you do to me
Ain't no doubt about it
When she walk by
Tongues hang out
Eyes pop out the socket
Cats cringe an' point
Like, "Whew, mm, you can see that thing from the front"
We gas those up like full service
An' keep 'em drunk like Kathy Lee Curtis
An' when you shake it
You rock my world
I done died and went to heaven
You got a fatty girl
Chorus