Baby Phat Quotes

I've tried to get the angel to watch MTV so I can learn the vocabulary of your music, but even with the gift of tongues, I'm having trouble learning to speak hip-hop. Why is it that one can busta rhyme or busta move anywhere but you must busta cap in someone's ass? Is "ho" always feminine, and "muthafucka" always masculine, while "bitch" can be either? How many peeps in a posse, how much booty before baby got back, do you have to be all that to get all up in that, and do I need to be dope and phat to be da bomb or can I just be "stupid"? I'll not be singing over any dead mothers until I understand.

Why is it that one can busta rhyme or busta move anywhere but you must busta cap in someone's ass? Is "ho" always feminine and "muthafucka" always masculine, while "bitch" can be either? How many peeps in a posse, how much booty before baby got back, do you have to be all that to get all up in that, and do I need to be dope and phat to be da bomb or can I just be "stupid"?

You trapped Phat Thom for me.” My buzzy brain is puzzling something out. “You’re with a mighty hunter, babe. I keep tellin’ you.” He does. I turn to face him. He blinks, surprised, and angles himself to face me, too. He frowns. This isn’t the reaction he expected. To be honest, I never expected this either. I take his hands. He tilts his head. The sun glints off the fishhook on the brim of his hat. I smile. “Will you marry me?” I ask. “All it took was a freakin’ giant turkey?” he says. He scoops me into his arms, and twirls me and kisses me, whooping and hollering. Phat Thom is going nuts, flapping and squawking. I laugh and shriek, and Cash’s voice rings through the meadow as he says, “Yes, baby. Yes. No take backs.” And I know then I never will.

but even with the gift of tongues, I’m having trouble learning to speak hip-hop. Why is it that one can busta rhyme or busta move anywhere but you must busta cap in someone’s ass? Is “ho” always feminine, and “muthafucka” always masculine, while “bitch” can be either? How many peeps in a posse, how much booty before baby got back, do you have to be all that to get all up in that, and do I need to be dope and phat to be da bomb or can I just be “stupid”? I’ll not be singing over any dead mothers until I understand. The

Phat Thom.” It can only be him. He’s as big as a goddamn bear. Cash grins. “I caught him for you, baby.

Nyne’s lips parted into a slight smile as he leaned up more. “You, Sarahn, have always been mine. Your mind knows it, your heart knows it, that sweet phat treasure at your apex knows it too. Soul tie, baby. As far as that nigga, soon as I fire one through his dome, you’ll forget you wasted your time with him.

Trap feminism says that Black girls who have ever rocked bamboo earrings, dookie braids, Baby Phat, lace fronts, or those who have worked as hoes, scammers, call-center reps, at day cares, in retail, and those who sell waist trainers and mink lashes on Instagram are all worth the same dignity and respect we give Michelle Obama and Beyoncé.