Jonathan Coulton - Baby Got Back (Cover) lyrics

LA face with the Oakland booty I like big bu*ts 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 and you wanna pull up tough You notice that bu*t was stuffed Deep in the jeans she’s wearing I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring Oh babe, I wanna get wit’cha And take your pretty picture My homeboys tried to warn me But that bu*t you got makes 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’ve seen them dancing The hell with romancing Cause she’s sweat, wet Got it going like a turbo Vette I’m tired of magazines Saying flat bu*ts are the thing Take the average black man and ask him that She gotta pack much back So, fellas, fellas Has your girlfriend got the bu*t? Tell her to shake it, shake it Shake that healthy bu*t Baby got back I like them 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 wo, double-up, wo-oo-wo I ain’t talking bout Playboy Cause silicone parts are made for toys I want ‘em real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Jonnie C’s in trouble Begging for a piece of that bubble So I’m looking at rock videos Knock-kneed bimbos walking 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 cuss or hit ya But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna… Til the break of dawn Baby got it going 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, ladies If you wanna roll in my Mercedes Then turn around and stick it out Even white boys got to shout Baby got back Actually when it comes to females, Cosmo doesn’t have very much at all to do with my selection I mean, 36-24-36? Maybe, if she’s 5?3? So your girlfriend rolls a Honda Playing 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 have got buns, hun You can do side bends or sit-ups But please don’t lose that bu*t Some brothers wanna play that hard role And tell you that the bu*t ain’t gold So they toss it and they 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 kicking And I’m thinking bout sticking 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 were 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 bu*t is round And you want a triple X throw down Dial 1-900-JonnieC And kick them nasty thoughts Baby got back