Baby Got Back

Oh, my, God Becky, look at her butt 
It is so big, she looks like
One of those rap guys’ girlfriends
But, ya know, who understands those rap guys? 
They only talk to her, because, 
She looks like a total prostitute, ‘kay? 
I mean, her butt, is just so big 
I can’t believe it’s just so round, it’s like out there
I mean gross, look
She’s just so, black

Mistress Hast a En’rmous Buttocks!

Oh, mine, god. Becky, behold thy mistress and her ample buttocks.
Tis so big. [scoff in thy general direction]
The mistress looks liketh one of those gents’ beaus.
But, thee knoweth, who understandeth those gents? [more scoffing at thee]
Those gents only talk to that lady, because, the lady looks like a total laced-mutton, ‘kay?
I mean, that lady buttocks, ‘tis so big.
I can’t believeth it’s just so round, ‘tis like, out thither, I mean— vile. Behold!
She’s just so… soot!

I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can’t deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, want to pull up tough
‘Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she’s wearing
I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit’cha 
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got makes (me so horny)
Ooh, Rump-o’-smooth-skin
You say you want to get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me 
‘Cause you ain’t that average groupie
I’ve seen her dancin’ 
To hell with romancin’
She’s sweat, wet, 
Got it goin’ like a turbo ‘Vette
I’m tired of magazines
Sayin’ flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, fellas (Yeah) Fellas (Yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah)
Tell ’em to shake it (Shake it) Shake it (Shake it)
Shake that healthy butt
Baby got back, Baby got back 

I like big rear endeths and I cannot forswear
Thee other brothers can’t deny
That at which hour a wench walketh in with an bawbling waist
And a round thing a hardiment
Thee receiveth thy sweet release, wanna pull up thy sore
‘Cause thee notice that buttocks wast stuffed
Deep in the gaskins she’s wearing
Lest I hooked and I can’t cease to stareth
Oh baby, I wanna receiveth with thee
And sketcheth thy image
Mine cater-cousins hath tried to warneth me
But yond buttocks thee got maketh me so excit’d in the loins
Ooh, Rump-o’-smooth-skin
You say you wanna get in my carriage?
Well, useth me, useth me
‘Cause thou art not an av’rage mistress
I’ve gazed h’r danceth
Wend hence with romance
Lady is sweaty and did wet
Tis in motion of a festinate carriage
I’m tired of print w’rds
Sayin’ champain butts art the thing
Take the av’rage sir and asketh him that
The lady shouldst packeth large buttocks
So, gents! (Aye!) Gents! (Aye!)
Has your mistress posseth the rear endeth? (Oh, aye!)
Tell thy mistress to shaketh it! (Shaketh it!) (Shaketh it!) (Shaketh it!)
Shaketh thy quite quaint rear endeth!
Mistress hast a en’rmous buttocks! Mistress hast a en’rmous buttocks!

I like ’em round, and big
And when I’m throwin’ a gig
I just can’t help myself, I’m actin’ like an animal
Now here’s my scandal
I want to get you home
And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain’t talkin’ bout Playboy
‘Cause silicone parts are made for toys
I want ’em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot’s in trouble
Beggin’ for a piece of that bubble
So I’m lookin’ at rock videos
Knock-kneed bimbos walkin’ like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I’ll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sistas, I want to get with ya
I won’t cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I want to fuck
Til the break of dawn
Baby got it goin’ on
A lot of simps won’t like this song
‘Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it
And I’d rather stay and play
‘Cause I’m long, and I’m strong
And I’m down to get the friction on
So, ladies (yeah) Ladies (yeah)
If you want to role in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around, stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back

I like ’em them rear endeths, andI liketh them grand
And at which hour lest I throwin’ a soiree.
I cannot holp myself, lest I actin’ liketh an monst’r
Now here’s mine scandal
I wanna receiveth thee home
And ugh, double-up, fie, fie!
I ain’t talkin’ bout filthy budoir
‘Cause insinc’re parts art madeth for toys
I wanteth ’em sinc’rely capacious and slipp’ry
So findeth that juicy setteth
Shakespeare is in troubleth
Begeth for a bawbling p’rtion of that bacon-fed rear endeth
So lest I lookin’ at festinate music
Knock-kneeded madams, who stroll like harlots
Thee can has’t those mistresses o’ ill repute
I’ll keepeth mine women liketh mine own mistress
A w’rd to the ebony madams, I wanteth receiveth with thee
I won’t lack w’rds of valor or striketh thee
But I wilt beest chariest at which hour I sayeth I wisheth amorous rites with thee
Till the breaketh of m’rning does come
Mistress got t goin’ on
Many wonneth of simpletons won’t like this song
‘Cause those clotpoles pref’r hitteth thee and leaveth thy company
And I’d rather remaineth and enjoyeth
‘Cause I’m grandiose, and I’m stout
And I’m joyous to knead with thee
So, madams! (Aye!) Madams! (Aye!)
If you wanna roll in my plaited carriage (Aye!)
Then turneth ’round! Protrudeth it out!
Even white knaves shall shouteth
Mistress hast a en’rmous buttocks!

Baby got back
Yeah, baby, when it comes to females
Cosmo ain’t got nothin’ 
To do with my selection 
Thirty six-twenty four- thirty six 
Ha ha, only if she’s 5’3

Baby hast a big buttocks!
Aye, mistress… when it comes to madams, filthy boudoir hast nay bearing on mine own choice!
Popular opinions cullionly nothing
to doth with mine own selection 
The mistress is hath built liketh a brick house
[Chuckle in thine direction] Only if ‘t be true if ‘t be true the mistress is sh’rt

So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin’ workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain’t got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don’t want none 
Unless you’ve got buns, hon
You can do side bends or sit-ups 
But please don’t lose that butt
Some brothers want to play that hard role 
And tell you that the butt ain’t gol’
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it
So Cosmo says you’re fat
Well I ain’t down with that
‘Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin’
And I’m thinkin’ bout stickin’
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You ain’t it, Miss Thing
Give me a sista, I can’t resist her
Red beans and rice didn’t miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
‘Cause his girls are on my list
He had game but he chose to hit ’em
And I pull up quick to get wit ’em
So ladies, if the butt is round,
And you want a triple X throw down
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT
And kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back

Baby got back

So thy girlfriend rolls a small carriage, listening to lectureth by mistress Fonda
Howev’r, Fonda hath no machination in thine carriage
Mine snake don’t wanteth thee
Unless thou possess ample buttocks, m’lady
Thee can w’rk thy corse,
but prithee loseth not thine ample buttocks
Some gents wanna playeth stout sir.
And telleth thee thine ample buttocks faileth to beest gold
So those gents toss t and leaveth t
And I hie to retrieve t
So did print w’rds sayeth thou art bacon-fed
Well I certes doth not believeth t
‘Cause thy waist is small and thy curves art most wondrous
And lest I thinkin’ bout consid’r remaining true
To the bawbling dames in the filthy boudoir
thee are not misseth imp’rtant!
Giveth me a madam, I can’t intermit yond dame.
Simple fare didst not misseth yond mistress.
Some clotpole hath tried to sland’r
‘Cause his girls art on mine list
that gent hadst game but that gent hath chosen to hitteth thee and leaveth thy company
And I arriveth in a sweaty haste to receiveth wit ’em
So ladies, if ‘t be true thine buttocks be round,
And thee wanteth a filthy amorous rite
Calleth out to me, Shakespeare
And enjoyeth those filthy thoughts
Mistress hast a en’rmous buttocks!

Mistress hast a en’rmous buttocks!