Baby Got Back

[Originally by Sir Mix-A-Lot]

I like big butts and I cannot lie. You other brothers can't deny.
And when a girl walks in with an itty-bitty waist,
and a round thing in your face, you get sprung.
Wanna pull up tough, cause you notice that butt was stuffed.
Beef in the jeans she's wearin. I'm hooked and I can't stop starin.
Oh, baby, I wanna get witch-ya, and take you're pitcha.
My homeboys tried to warn me,
but that butt you got makes (Me-me-me so horny).

Ooh Rumple-Smooth-Skin. You say you wanna get in my Benz?
Well use me. Use me! Cause you ain't that average groupie.
I seen her dancin. To hell with romancin.
She's sweat...wet...got it goin like a turbo Vette.
I'm tired of magazines, saying flat butts are the thing.
Can the average butt, make an asskit that? She gotta pack much back.

So, fellas (yeah?) fellas (yeah?)
Does 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.
(LA face with the Oakland booty)
(LA face with the Oakland booty)

I like 'em round and big.
And when I'm throwing a gig, I just can't help myself.
I'm acting like an animal. Now here's my scandal.
I wanna get you home and Uh! Double-up Uh! Uh!
I ain't talkin bout Playboy, cause silicon parts are made for toys
I want em real thick and juicy, so find that juicy double.
Mix-a-lot's in trouble. Begging for a piece of that bubble.
So I'm looking at rock videos. Natalie bimbos walkin like Hos.
You can have those bimbos. I'll keep my woman like Flo-Jo.

A word to the thit-so sistas, I wanna get witcha.
I won't cuss or hitcha. But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna
(ohhhhh uhhhhh) till the break of dawn.
Baby got it going on. A lot of siffs won't like this song.
Cause those punks like to hit 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?)
Do you wanna roll my Mercedes (yeah!)
Then turn around, stick it out. Even white boys got to shout.

Baby got back. Baby got back.
Yeah baby. When it comes to females.
Cosmo ain't got nothing to do with my selection.
36-24-36. Heh heh. Only if she's 5'3"

So you're girlfriend groves a Honda, doing workout tapes by Jane Fonda
But even Fonda don't got a motor in the back of her Honda.
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hon.
You can do side-bends or sit-ups, but please don't lose that butt.
Some brothers wanna play that hard-gro, and tell you that the butt ain't go.
So they toss it, and leave it, and I pull up quick to retrieve it.

So Cosmo says you're fat. We'll I ain't down with dat.
Cause your waist is small, and your curves are kicking.
And I'm thinking about stickin.
To the bean-pole dames in the magazines. You ain't it miss thing.
Give me a sista, can't resist her. Red beans and rice didn't miss her.
Some knucklehead tried to diss. Cause his girls are on my list.
He had game, but he chose to hittim. And I pull up quick to get wittim.
So ladiies if the butt is round, and you want a triple X throwdown.
Dial 1-900-mix-a-lot, and kick them nasty thoughts.
Baby got back. Baby got back.