Artist: Outkast
Song: Ms. Jackson
Album: Stankola
Typed by: obi1one@hotmail.com
sent by: Rassfan@hotmail.com
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[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 times

Artist: 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 I 

Jay-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 Two

Eminem
"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 up




Sisqo
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] x3 



Baby'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