Artist: Outkast Song: Ms. Jackson Album: Stankola Typed by: obi1one@hotmail.com sent by: Rassfan@hotmail.com FOR MORE LYRICS [Andre 3000] Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas... Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas Yeah, go like this CHORUS: Andre 3000 I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times [Big Boi] A baby drama mama, don't like me She doing things like havin her boys come from her neighborhood To the studio tryin to fight me She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out That's my house, I disconnect the cable and turn the lights out And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck Private schools, daycare, shit, medical bills, I'll pay that I love your mom and everything, see I aint the one who laid down She wanna rip you up started cussin you all, my lawyer stay down She never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided She had fifths out, cookouts, on my child's birthday I aint invited Despite it, show her the utmost respect when I fall through All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah CHORUS: I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times [Andre 3000] Me and your daughter Got a special thang goin on You say it's puppy love We say it's full grown Hope that we feel this Feel this way forever You could plan a pretty picnic But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson Ten times out of nine, now if I'm blind fine The quickest muzzle throw it on my mouth and I'll decline King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream Bout that crib with the goodyear swing On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever Forever, forever, ever, forever, ever? Forever never seems that long until you're grown And notice that the day by day rule can't be too long Ms. Jackson my intentions were good I wish I could Become a magician to abacadabra off to Sata Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he Askin what happened to the feelin that her and me Had, I pray so much about it need some knee, pads It happened for a reason one can't be, mad So know just know that everything is cool Yes I will be present on the first day of school, and graduation CHORUS: I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times [Big Boi] Uh, uh, yeah "Look at the way he treats me", shit, look at the way you treat me See your lil nose ass homegirls got they ass up in the creek G Without a pad on, you left the straddlin, ride this thing on out And the union girl aint speakin no more cuz my dick all in her mouth Know what I'm talkin about, jealousy, and fidelity, envy Cheating, beating, and to the G's they be the same thing So who you placin the blame on, you keep on singin the same song Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on You and your mama CHORUS: I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry Ms. Jackson [OOOH] I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion timesArtist: Mystikal Album: Let's Get Ready Song: Danger (Been So Long) Typed by: Mike82122@aol.com sent by: rassfan You know what time it is nigga, and you know who the f--- this is. DANGER! DANGER! Get on the floor! The nigga right chea! Sing it! Chorus: Been so long (sing it!) Since, he's been on So please (get on the floor!) Show me (the nigga right chea!) What it is that you want to see [Mystikal:] Go tell the DJ to put my s--- on I'm keepin' you niggas and bitches in jump from the minute I get on Taking they s--- off, showing they tattoos, screamin, and hollerin' and all Got the gift to come up with it, put it together, deliver it, make them feel it, bitch I been on! Sharp! Like you pulled me out the pencil sharpener Bad! Like that student in the principal's office Put rappers in coffins They dive like dolphins I'm the ???? lyrical marvel ??????? officer Watch yourself! Or f--- around and get beside yourself I know! Go ahead though Bounce them titties, shake ya ass, drop that pussy Stay in line hoe f--- a think, cuz you can can Cocked up, head down, pussy poppin' on a handstand Leave that pussy smoking If you gonna lose something Then bend over, and bust that pussy open Chorus x 2 [Mystikal] My f---in' concert line around the corner Parking cars, niggas lookin' for they bitch, nothing on her! You lookin' good momma Why? Pshh, what's up homie? Sirens, limousines, and the club owner Ya bitch you! If you late, ain't no getting in this bitch Cuz it's filling up Inside packed from the floor to the ceiling up The building ain't big enough! I'm backstage bouncing Adrenalin building up! The pussy cutter Did I stutter? The heart flooder Make your woman drawers melt like butter Down like Nelly Hype like "Belly" The rhyme seller! Kick ass like Jim Kelly! Stand up, round out, boot up and frown Tell a nigga if he wanna try it Then bitch come on down! No sweat, no blood, no tears And if I tell you it's the shit Then BITCH THAT'S WHAT IT IS! Chorus x 2 DANGER! Talkin 'bout DANGER! Motherf---er look! Get on the floor! The nigga right chea! DANGER! (Motherf---er) Watch your back! DANGER! (Look look) Nigga what! (look look) Get on the floor! The nigga right chea! Get 'em up!!! Chorus x 2 DANGER! DANGER! GET ON THE FLOOR! THE NIGGA RIGHT CHEA! SING IT! DANGER! DANGER! GET ON THE FLOOR! THE NIGGA RIGHT CHEA! HUH! This is my motherf---in' floor! Danger (Been So Long)Artist: Nelly Album: Country Grammar Song: E.I. Typed by: mlawson@bellsouth.net sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com Uh.. uh uh uh uh Uh.. wait a minute now Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh.. Can you hear me out there? Lunatics.. is y'all ready? Let me hear ya Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! [Nelly] I'ma sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey) Fendi capri pants and Parasuco's (alright) Passadity ?? city, with one or two throws I'm droppin 'em outta high school straight into the pros Who knows? I know! And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows And break it down low to the flo', and there you go Now throw it on me slow And everytime I +Busta Rhyme+, baby "Gimme Some Mo'" You say you like that, when I hit it from behind And I'll be right back; yeah that's my very next line I use it - time after time, when I'm speakin my mind It's no matter if I'm shootin game to a pigeon or dime I ask her, "Who dat is, talkin that shit about the 'tics?" Somebody probably jealous cause they bitch got hit But ain't nobody else droppin shit like this Should we apologize? Nah fuck 'em, just leave 'em pissed, HEY! Chorus: repeat 2X Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I. Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What's happenin now? Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I. Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery(Every) night [Nelly] We can gamble to the break of dawn, nigga Money long, nigga Pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, nigga Some say I'm wrong, but fuck it I'm grown, nigga If you ain't bout money then best be gone, nigga I'm fast (uh) double takes when you walk past me Nasty, don't be scared boo, go 'head and ask me I drive fastly, call me Jeff Gord-on In the black SS with the naviga-tion See the joint blaz-on, somethin smells amaz-on I got a chick rollin up, half black and asi-an Another one pag-in, tellin me to come home Her husband on vacation and left her home alone I used the V-12, powers; weight loss, powers From +Phat Farm+ to +Iceberg Slim+ in one shower Get a room in Trump Towers just to hit the P hours Kicked the bitch up out the room cause she used the word ours, HEY! Chorus [Nelly] Aiyyo I smash-mouth a whole ounce, of that sticky Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin icky Let go off in a ho's mouth, I ain't picky Start frontin when the shows out - whatchu mean?! Twenty inches when they roll ouuuuuuut - come and get me Big faces when they fold ouuuuuuut - is you wit me? Don't make me pull that fo'-fo' ouuuuuuut I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut Then I slide up in the Escalade Me and E gettin solid like the Ice Capades And me and Heezy - frosty, project mo' wrapped up than Bugsy You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies If you compare me to your local grocery Then you'll see I got more carrots/karats than "Aisle D" More bread than "Aisle G", then bag and scan me "Sure" like "Al B.", meet the 'tics in Maui, HEY! Chorus [Nelly] St. Louis y'all, uh, uh Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, can you feel that? Lunatics y'all, uh, uh Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh, Uncle Phil up above y'all, uh, uh Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yell it universal y'all, uh, uh Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh, uh, chillin chillin chillin with the crew y'all Chorus (to fade + ad libs) E IJay-Z-Big Pimpin [Jay-Z] Uhh, uh uh uh It's big pimpin baby.. It's big pimpin, spendin G's Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh.. Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah.. You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em Cause I don't fuckin need em Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good But I don't fuckin feed em First time they fuss I'm breezin Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?" I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch Better trust than believe em In the cut where I keep em til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up Let em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread so you can be livin it up? Shit I.. parts with nothin, y'all be frontin Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin, never happen I'll be forever mackin Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion I got no patience And I hate waitin.. Hoe get yo' ass in And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah Chorus One: Jay-Z We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin cheese Check em out now Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin cheese We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B [Bun B] Nigga it's the - big Southern rap impresario Comin straight up out the black bar-rio Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh Oops, my bad, that's my scenario No I can't fuck a scary hoe Now every time, every place, everywhere we go Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!" Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me and you see us comin down on yo' slab Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it But nigga if you hatin I then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track Timbaland let me spit my pro's on Pump it up in the pro-zone That's the track that we breakin these hoes on Ain't the track that we flow's on But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man Fo' real it don't get no bigger man Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool Chorus Two: Bun B We be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin cheese And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga [Pimp C] Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise Chorus TwoEminem "The Real Slim Shady" May I have your attention please May I have your attention please Will the real slim shady please stand up I repeat, will the real slim shady please stand up we're gonna have a problem here Y'all act like you're never seen a white person before Jaws all on the floor like Pam and Tommy just burst in the door and started whoppin her ass worse than before they first were divorced throwing her over furniture ahhh! It's the return of the... awe wait no way you're kidding he didn't just say what I think he did, did he? and Dr. Dre said... nothing you idiots Dr. Dre's dead he's locked in my basement feminist women love Eminem chicka chicka chicka slim shady "I'm sick of him" "look at him" "walkin around grabbin his 'you know what'" "flippin the you know who" "yeah but he's so cute though" yeah I prolly gotta coupla screws up in my head loose but no worse than what's goin on in your parents bedrooms sometimes I wanna get on tv and just let loose but can't but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose my bum is on your lips my bum is on your lips and if I'm lucky you might just give it a little kiss and that's the message we deliver to little kids and expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is of course they're gonna know what intercourse is by the time they hit fourth grade they got the discovery channel don't they we ain't nothin but mammals well, some of us cannibals who cut other people open like animals but if we can hump dead animals and antelopes then they'res no reason that a man and another man can't elope but if you feel like I feel I got the antidote women wet your panty hose sing the chorus and it goes I'm slim shady Yes I'm the real shady all you other slim shady's are just imitating so won't the real slim shady please stand up please stand up please stand up cuz I'm slim shady yes I'm the real shady all you other slim shady's are just imitating so won't the real slim shady please stand up please stand up please stand up Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records well I do, so fuck him, and fuck you too you think I give a damn about a Grammy? half of you critics can't even stomach me let alone stand me "but slim, what if you win? wouldn't it be weird?" why, so you guys can just lie to get me here? so you can sit me here next to Britney Spears Christian Aguilera better switch me chairs so I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst and hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first little bitch put me on blast on MTV "Yeah I think he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hehe" I said download to audio on mp3 and show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups all you do is annoy me so I have been sent here to destroy you and they'res a million of us just like me who cuss like me who just don't give a fuck like me who dress like me who walk talk and act like me it might just might be the next best thing but not quite me I'm slim shady Yes I'm the real shady all you other slim shady's are just imitating so won't the real slim shady please stand up please stand up please stand up cuz I'm slim shady yes I'm the real shady all you other slim shady's are just imitating so won't the real slim shady please stand up please stand up please stand up I'm like a head trip to listen too cuz I'm only givin you things you joke about with your friends inside your living room the only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all and I don't gotta be false to sugar coat it at all I just get on the mic and spit it and whether you like to admit it I just shit it better than 90% of you rappers out there then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valumes it's funny cuz at the rate I'm going when I'm 30 I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting pinching nurses asses when I'm jackin off with Jergens and I'm jerking but this whole bag of Viagra isn't workin and every single person is a slim shady lurking I could be working at Burger King spitin on your onion rings or in the parking lot circlin screamin "I don't give a fuck" with his windows down and his system up so would the real shady please stand up and put one of those fingers on each hand up and be proud to be outta your mind and outta control and one more time as loud you can how does it go? I'm slim shady Yes I'm the real shady all you other slim shady's are just imitating so won't the real slim shady please stand up please stand up please stand up cuz I'm slim shady yes I'm the real shady all you other slim shady's are just imitating so won't the real slim shady please stand up please stand up please stand up repeat chorus 3x hah guess they'res a slim shady in all of us fuck it let's all stand upSisqo The Thong Song **This thang right here Is letting all you ladies know What guys talk about You know the finer things Check it out Ooh that dress looks scandalous And you know another nigga couldn't handle it So you're shaking that thing like who's the ish With a look in your eyes so devilish Uh you like to dance on the hip-hop spots And you cruise to the grooves to connect the dots Not just urban she likes to pop Cause she was living la vida loca She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck Thighs like what? What? What? Baby, move your butt, butt, butt I think I'll sing again She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck Thighs like what? What? What? All night long Let me see that thong Love it when the beat go (Du-nu Du-nu) When you make your booty go (Du-nu Du-nu) Baby you know you wanna show me (Du-nu Du-nu) That thong, thong, thong, thong Love it when the beat go (Du-nu Du-nu) When you make your booty go (Du-nu Du-nu) Baby you know you wanna show me (Du-nu Du-nu) That thong, thong, thong, thong That dress looks scandalous And I know another nigga couldn't handle it And she's shaking that thing like who's the ish With a look in her eyes so devilish She like to dance on the hip-hop spots And you cruise to the grooves like connect the dots Not just urban she likes to pop Cause she was living la vida loca She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck Thighs like what? What? What? Baby, move your butt, butt, butt I think I'll sing again Love it when the beat go (Du-nu Du-nu) When you make your booty go (Du-nu Du-nu) Baby you know you wanna show me (Du-nu Du-nu) That thong, thong, thong, thong (4X) Ooh that dress looks scandalous I swear another nigga couldn't handle it So you're shaking that thing like who's the ish With a look in your eyes so devilish Uh you like to dance on the hip-hop spots And you cruise to the grooves to connect the dots Not just urban you like to pop Cause she was living la vida loca She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck Thighs like what? What? What? Baby, move your butt, butt, butt I think I'll sing I'll again She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck Thighs like what? What? What? Baby, move your butt, butt, butt I think I'll sing I'll again Come on, come on, come on She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck Thighs like what? What? What? Baby, move your butt, butt, butt I think I'll sing I'll again She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck Thighs like what? What? What? All night long Let me see that thong (4X) Du-nu Du-nu Du-nu Du-nu Du-nu Du-nu' Love it when the beat go (Du-nu Du-nu) When you make your booty go (Du-nu Du-nu) Baby you know you wanna show me (Du-nu Du-nu) That thong, thong, thong, thong (Repeat till fade)Forgot About Dre Dr. Dre Featuring Eminem [Dr Dre] Ya´ll know me still the same ol´ G But I been low key Hated on by most these niggas Wit no cheese, no deals and no G´s, no wheels and no keys No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski´s Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries Got a crib wit a studio and it´s all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies But ya´ll think I´m gonna let my dough freeze Hoe Please You better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees Who you think brought you the oldies Eazy-E´s Ice Cube´s and D.O.C´s and Snoop D O double G´s And a group that said muthafuck the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats The bomb weed stroll through in you hood And when your album sales wasn´t doin too good Who´s the doc that he told you to go see Ya´ll better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop Or the the Firm flop ya´ll are the reason Dre ain´t been getting no sleep So fuck ya´ll all of ya´ll If ya´ll don´t like me blow me Ya´ll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me And turn me back to the old me [chorus] x2 [Eminem] Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre [Eminem] So what do you say to somebody you hate (what?) Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way (YUP) Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? Then study your tape of N.W.A. One day I was walkin by wit a Walkman on when I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani I don´t give a fuck if it´s dark or not I´m harder than me tryin to park a Dodge when I´m drunk as fuck Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off Fuck you too bitch call the cops I´ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren´t found out (RIGHT HERE) From here on out it´s the Chronic 2 Startin today and tomorrow´s the new And I´m still loco enough To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew Slim shady - hotter then a set of twin babies in a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up when the temp goes up to the mid 80´s Callin men ladies Sorry Doc but I been crazy There is no way that you can save me It´s ok go with him Hailey (da-dah??) [chorus] x2 [Dr Dre] If it was up to me You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me Wit your hands out lookin up to me Like you want somethin free When my last cd was out you wasn´t bumpin me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won´t get a crumb from me Cause I´m from the streets of (Compton, Compton) I told em all All them little gangstas Who you think helped mold ´em all Now you wanna run around and talk about guns Like I ain´t got none What you think I sold ´em all Cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad Tryna get this damn label off I ain´t havin that This is the millenium of Aftermath It ain´t gonna be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it back So where´s all the mad rappers at It´s like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats Know that I was strapped wit gats When you were cuddlin a cabbage patch [Chorus] x3Baby's Got Back Sir Mix-A-Lot *talking* Oh my god Becky, look at her butt It is so big She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends Who understands those rap guys They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute I mean her butt It's just so big I can't believe it's so round It's just out there I mean, it's gross Look, she's just so black *rap* I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waste And a round thing in your face You get sprung Wanna pull up front Cuz 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 wanna get with ya And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But with that butt you got Me so horney Ooh, all of that smooth skin You say you wanna get in my benz Well use me use me cuz you aint that average groupy I've seen them dancin' The hell with romancin' Sweat, sweat, got it goin like a turbo vette I'm tired of magazines Saying flat butts are the thing Take the average black man and him that She gotta pack much back Fellas (yeah) Fellas(yeah) Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah) Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt Baby got back (LA face with Oakland booty) 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 wanna get you home And --, double up -- -- I aint talkin bout playboy Cuz silicone parts were made for toys I wannem real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Mixalot's in trouble Beggin for a piece of that bubble So I'm lookin' at rock videos Watchin' these 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 wanna get with ya I won't cus or hit ya But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna -- Til the break of dawn I got it goin on Alot of pimps won't like this song Cuz them punks lie to hit it and quit it But I'd rather stay and play Cuz I'm long and I'm strong And I'm down to get the friction on So ladies (yeah), Ladies (yeah) If you wanna role in my Mercedes (yeah) Then turn around Stick it out Even white boys got to shout Baby got back (LA face with the Oakland booty) Yeah baby When it comes to females Cosmo and got nothin to do with my selection 36-24-36 Only if she's 5'3" So your girlfriend throws a Honda Playin workout tapes by Fonda But Fonda and got 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 wanna play that hard role And tell you that the butt and gold So they toss it and leave it And I pull up quick to retrieve it So cosmo says you're fat Well I aint down with that Cuz your waste is small and your curves are kickin And I'm thinkin bout stickin To the beanpole dames in the magazines You aint 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 Cuz his girls were on my list He had game but he chose to hit 'em And pulled up quick to get with 'em So ladies if the butt is round And you wanna triple X throw down Dial 1-900-mixalot and kick them nasty thoughts Baby got back