Work That Fat
Unreleased track (w/ Prince's "Bob George" vox) recorded circa 1991. Written by 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

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 b damned, baby, if U don't sit on urself
But that's what I like U 4 (Let me work that fat)
And take U 2 the crib
I swear 2 God U got stuck n the door (Let me work that fat)
Say U didn't, U know U did
Opened up the ice box, ate everything n the crib
Midnight snack my ass!
I bought 7 packs of cookies thinkin' they would last
I'll b damned, baby ate the wrapper 2!
Then looked at me and said, "Nigga, I'll eat U 2!"
But I guess 4 now that'll do (Let me work that fat...)
My baby's fat, I like her like that
I hate a skinny skench talkin' 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 my 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 n the car
Get n, shut up, get n!
Push the seat back, U can fit
Then sit on top of the monster, I don't care!
Just shut up, get n! (Let me work that fat)
What, what? (Let me work that fat)
Oh... U n trouble now!
Mike, turn this shit up!
Aw yeah

Let me work that fat, let me work that fat
I told U should shut up, sit down
Got sho'nuff plenty nerve
(What, what?)
Let me work that fat, let me work that fat

Hahaha... 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 1 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 gon' sleep here
Quiet as it's kept, there's several things 2 fear n this habitat
Let me guess, let me guess
U like it like that, U like it like that
So nobody'll rob ya
Well, as a matter of fact who is this brother?
What's he doing n ur bed?
Wake up, brother, b4 I take this new 9 and tap U on ur head!
No no, she's my girl, every last mile
Now I suggest U start explainin' b4 I slap that smile n the living room
U got a lotta nerve
Why don't U get ur clothes and introduce ur silly ass 2 the curb?
Damn, I shoulda known!
Treat a lady wrong, she'll do U the same
Can I use ur phone? I wanna call Mike
Mike, give me another solo, I'm thru with these fat girls
They know they fine
They pop U out every time
U know what, U know what?
If I see ur boyfriend outside, I'm gon' hit him with the car
That's right

Fat girls
Let me work that fat

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