Текст песни Work That Fat - Prince

Yo, yo
Where all the fat girls at?
Get on the dance floor, baby
And let me work that fat
Whoo, uh
Yeah, let me work that fat
Yeah
That's how we like 'em

Fat and proud
'Cause when they sit down, they sit all around
The whole house, sidewalk and everything else
I'll be damned, baby, if you don't sit on yourself
But that's what I like you for (let me work that fat)
And take you to the crib, I swear to God
You got stuck in the door (let me work that fat)

Say you didn't, you know you did
Opened up the ice box, ate everything in the crib
Midnight snack, my ass
Bought seven packs of cookies thinkin' they would last
I'll be damned
Baby ate the wrapper too
Then looked at me and said, "Nigga, I'll eat you too"
(Let me work that fat)

But I guess for now that'll do (let me work that fat)
My baby's fat, I like her like that
I hate a skinny skank talkin' straight out her hat
About a credit card, and how I need to give her mine
I swear to 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' for a fat girl toy, so I can make her play
And take her to the way
And introduce her to 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, you can fit
Then sit on top of the monster, I don't care
Just shut up (let me work that fat)
Get in, what, what? (Let me work that fat)
Oh, oh, oh, you in trouble now
Mike, turn this shit up
Oh, yeah

Let me work that fat
Let me work that fat
I told you should
Shut up, sit down
Got show enough plenty nerve
What, what?
Let me work that fat
Let me work that fat

Damn, is this where you live?
How many food stamps did you have to give to get this palace?
Yeah, this is really nice
I bet you my thigh ain't as big as one of these mice
What kind of traps you use?
I know they don't work
Mice take the cheese and say, "D-d-damn, what a jerk"

You must be nuts
Think I'm gon' sleep here
Quiet as it's kept
There's several things to fear in this habitat
Let me guess, let me guess
You like it like that, you like it like that
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
Before I take this new nine, and tap you on your head
No, no, she's my girl
Every last mile
Now I suggest you start explainin' 'fore I slap that smile in the living room
You got a lot of nerve
Why don't you get your clothes
And introduce your silly ass to the curb?

Damn, I shoulda known
Treat a lady wrong, she'll do you the same
Can I use your phone?
I wanna call Mike
Mike, give me another solo

I'm through with these fat girls
They know they fine
They pop you out every time
You know what? You know what?
If I see your boyfriend outside
I'm gon' hit him with the car
That's right

Oh
Fat girls
Let me work that fat