Look How She Fat

There's one thing about music
When it hits you, you feel no pain
Do it, Jah
Hey, tell them, ribbit
Bam-diddly-diddly-diddly-diddly
Do it, Jah
Hey

Look how she phat, hey
Look how she phat, hey
Look how she phat, dem just a rush her fi dat (Bim)
Look how mi tracks, hey
Look how mi tracks

Mi have mi weak spot in a mi diamond sock
Di man dem nowadays, dem hair dem flat
Di girl dem nowadays dress up in a mini frock (Hey)
Look how she phat, hey
Look how she phat
But dis a MC 'round di microphone a chat
Mi slim, mi black an' mi always a kotch
Say, under fi mi hat, a fi mi natty dreadlocks (Hey)
Look how mi tracks, hey
Look how mi tracks
Mi know a little girl by di name of sister Mokka
Say, when mi peel mi orange di gyal want di top
Say, as mi start mi bike di gyal jump pon di back
Di frock weh she have on have a tear at di back
Say, mister Mokka, mussi crack, you a crack (Hey)
Cah mi say

Look how she phat (Gwan)
Look how she phat (Gwan)
Look how she phat, dem just a rush her fi dat
Mi take her to mi yard fi make she nyam out a plate
Di gyal gone a Tops fi go nyam out a box
Mi favorite color, dat a yellow an' black
Mi sight when di ship, it anchor at di dock
Mi hang a fi mi clothes pon a long wooden rack
Say, when mi a go eat, mi eat a big wok
Say, when mi done that, mi have fi sail pon mi yacht (Hey)
Mi an' di gyal, di one name Pat (Bumma)

Look how she phat, hey
Look how she phat, hey
Look how she phat, dem just a rush her fi dat

Say, in a fi mi hand mi have a card pack
Di first card mi done over, it was a Black Jack
You come to mi house, before you enter, you knock (Hey)
Sister Pat an' sister Mokka
Dem deh in a mi yard but dem 'round at di back (Bimma)
Look how she phat, hey
Look how she phat, hey
Look how she phat, dem just a rush her fi dat (Bim)
Look how she phat, hey
Look how she phat, hey
Look how she phat, dem just a rush her fi dat (Gwan)
Look how mi tracks, hey
Look how mi tracks
Mi have mi weak spot in a mi diamond sock
Di man dem nowadays, dem hair dem flat
Di girl dem nowadays dress up in a mini frock
But dis a MC 'round di microphone a chat
Mi slim, mi black an' mi always a kotch
Say, under fi mi hat, a fi mi natty dreadlocks (Gwan)
Look how she phat, hey
Look how she phat, hey
Look how she phat, dem just a rush her fi dat (Hey)
Look how mi tracks, hey
Look how mi tracks
Mi know a little girl by di name of sister Mokka
Say, when mi peel mi orange di gyal want di top
Say, as mi start mi bike di gyal jump pon di back
Di frock weh she have on have a tear at di back
Say, mister Mokka, mussi crack, you deh crack (Hey)
Say, mister Mokka, mussi crack, you deh crack (Gwan)
Cah mi say

Look how she phat, hey
Look how she phat, hey
Look how she phat, dem just a rush her fi dat
Mi take her to mi yard fi make she nyam out a plate
Di gyal gone a Tops fi go nyam out a box
Mi favorite color, dat a yellow an' black
Mi sight when di ship, it anchor at di dock
Mi hang a fi mi clothes pon a long wooden rack
Say, when mi a go eat, mi eat a big wok
Say, when mi done that, mi have fi sail pon mi yacht (Hey)
Mi an' di gyal, di one name Pat (Lord)