6 years ago
Lyrics: Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.It is so big. [scoff]She looks like one of those rap guys' girlfriends.But, you know, who understands those rap guys? [scoff]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![Sir Mix-a-Lot:]I like big butts and I can not lieYou other brothers can't denyThat when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waistAnd a round thing in your faceYou get sprung, wanna pull up tough'Cause you notice that butt was stuffedDeep in the jeans she's wearingI'm hooked and I can't stop staringOh baby, I wanna get with youAnd take your pictureMy homeboys tried to warn meBut that butt you got makes me so hornyOoh, Rump-o'-smooth-skinYou say you wanna get in my Benz?Well, use me, use me'Cause you ain't that average groupieI've seen them dancin'To hell with romancin'She's sweat, wet,Got it goin' like a turbo 'VetteI'm tired of magazinesSayin' flat butts are the thingTake the average black man and ask him thatShe gotta pack much backSo, 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!(LA face with Oakland booty)Baby got back!(LA face with Oakland booty)(LA face with Oakland booty)[Sir Mix-a-Lot:]I like 'em round, and bigAnd when I'm throwin' a gigI just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animalNow here's my scandalI wanna get you homeAnd ugh, double-up, ugh, ughI ain't talkin' bout Playboy'Cause silicone parts are made for toysI want 'em real thick and juicySo find that juicy doubleMix-a-Lot's in troubleBeggin' for a piece of that bubbleSo I'm lookin' at rock videosKnock-kneed bimbos walkin' like hoesYou can have them bimbosI'll keep my women like Flo JoA word to the thick soul sisters, I wanna get with yaI won't cuss or hit yaBut I gotta be straight when I say I wanna [moan]Till the break of dawnBaby got it goin' onA lot of simps won't like this song'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit itAnd I'd rather stay and play'Cause I'm long, and I'm strongAnd I'm down to get the friction onSo, ladies! (Yeah!) Ladies! (Yeah)If you wanna roll in my Mercedes (Yeah!)Then turn around! Stick it out!Even white boys got to shoutBaby got back!Baby got back!Yeah, baby... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin' to do with my selection.36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".[Sir Mix-a-Lot:]So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by FondaBut Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her HondaMy anaconda don't My anaconda don'tMy anaconda don't want noneUnless you've got buns, hunBoy toy named Troy, used to live in DetroitBig dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coinsWas in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palaceBought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylishNow that's real, real, realGun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to killWho wanna go first? I had them push daffodilsI'm high as hell, I only took a half a pillI'm on some dumb shit by the way, what he say?He can tell I ain't missing no mealsCome through and fuck him in my automobileLet him eat it with his grills and he tellin' me to chillAnd he telling me it's real, that he love my sex appealSay he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grabSo I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit him with the jab likeDun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dunMy anaconda don't, my anaconda don'tMy anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunOh my gosh, look at her buttOh my gosh, look at her buttOh my gosh, look at her butt(Look at her butt)Look at, look at, look atLook, at her buttThis dude named Michael, used to ride motorcyclesIt's bigger than a tower, I ain't talkin' 'bout Eiffel'sReal country anaconda, let me play with his riflePussy put his butt to sleep, now he calling me NyQuilNow that bang, bang, bangI let him hit it cause he hang, hang, hangAll in the salad like his name RomaineAnd when we done, I make him buy me BalmainI'm on some dumb shit, by the way, what he say?He can tell I ain't missing no mealsCome through and fuck him in my automobileLet him eat it with his grills, and he telling me to chillAnd he telling me it's real, that he love my sex appealHe say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grabSo I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab likeDun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dunMy anaconda don't, my anaconda don'tMy anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunOh my gosh, look at her buttOh my gosh, look at her buttOh my gosh, look at her butt(Look at her butt)Look at, look at, look atLook, at her buttLittle in the middle but she got much backLittle in the middle but she got much backLittle in the middle but she got much back(Oh my God, look at her butt)My anaconda don't, my anaconda don'tMy anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunMy anaconda don't, my anaconda don'tDon't want none unless you got buns, hunOh my gosh, look at her buttOh my gosh, look at her buttOh my gosh, look at her butt(Look at her butt)Look at, look at, look atLook, at her buttYeah, he love this fat ass, hahaha!Yeah! This one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking clubI said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?Fuck the skinny bitches! Fuck the skinny bitches in the club!I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the muthafuckin' clubFuck you if you skinny bitches, what?! KyuhHaha, hahaI got a big fat ass (ass, ass, ass)Come on!