Iubi, iubi… ne-a topit pe toti orasul
A fugit chiar si arcasul
Nimeni nu mai vrea nimic
Iubi…Iubiiiiii
Hai la mare sa fugim! Sa-i fentam pe toti poetii
Sa ne facem ca vaslim
Iubi…iubiii
I-a tampit pe toti caldura, sta primarul – casca gura
Fara balta nu-i la fel
Iubi…Iubi…ia cu tine numai slipul.
Hai sa numaram nisipul
Restul totul e topit
Iubi..iubi..
Judy, neagro! Ca de-aia nu te ia nimeni
Iubi, iubi..ai ai ai ai ai ai instinct de gospodina
Simt ca vine luna plina..daca nu plec ma transform
Iubi, iubi, nu cred ca ai vrea sa stii ce se-ntampla cand e noapte
Cand trotuarele e vii
Iubi se mira toti arhitectii ca se prabusesc peretii
Adu’ berea ca lesin
Iubi..taica-tu te vrea mireasa, zice ca sa-ti faca casa
Fug la mare ma salvez!
Iubi..urato, judy neagro..ca de-aia nu te ia nimeni
Iubï, ma transform!
[Intro]
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 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, wanna pull out your tough
‘Cause 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 you
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that butt you got makes me so horny
Ooh, Rump-o’-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 dancin’
To hell with romancin’
She’s sweat, wet,
Got it goin’ like a turbo ‘Vette
I’m tired of magazines
Sayin’ flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back
So, 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!
[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
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 ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain’t talkin’ bout Playboy
‘Cause silicone parts are made for toys
I want ’em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mix-a-Lot’s in trouble
Beggin’ for a piece of that bubble
So I’m lookin’ at rock videos
Knock-kneeded bimbos walkin’ like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I’ll keep my women like Flo Jo
A word to the thick soul sisters, I wanna get with ya
I won’t cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *fuck*
Till the break of dawn
Baby got it goin’ 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! {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!
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 Fonda
But Fonda ain’t got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don’t want none
Unless you’ve got buns, hun
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 ain’t gold
So they toss it and 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 kickin’
And I’m thinkin’ bout stickin’
To the beanpole dames in the magazines:
You ain’t it, Miss Thing!
Give me a sister, I can’t resist her
Red beans and rice didn’t miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
‘Cause his girls are 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 butt is round,
And you want a triple X throw down,
Dial 1-900-MIXALOT
And kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back!
From Jamaica to the world,
It’s just love,
It’s just love,
Yeah!
Why must our children play in the streets,
Broken hearts and faded dreams,
Peace and love to everyone that you meet,
Don’t you worry, it could be so sweet,
Just look to the rainbow, you will see
Sun will shine till eternity,
I’ve got so much love in my heart,
No-one can tear it apart,
Yeah,
Feel the love generation,
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Feel the love generation,
C’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon yeah,
(Whistling…..)
Feel the love generation,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Feel the love generation,
Ooohhh yeah-yeah,
Don’t worry about a thing,
It’s gonna be alright,
Don’t worry about a thing,
It’s gonna be alright,
Don’t worry about a thing,
It’s gonna be alright,
Gonna be, gonna, gonna, gonna be alright,
Why must our children play in the streets,
Broken hearts and faded dreams,
Peace and love to everyone that you meet,
Don’t you worry, it could be so sweet,
Just look to the rainbow, you will see
Sun will shine till eternity,
I’ve got so much love in my heart,
No-one can tear it apart,
Yeah