Outta lyrics and outta line
Nothin' to do and outta time
My name is John Wells and I do it well
But the black butt's got me under it's spell
Round and round and round I go
Pound for pound, it's the sista's show
Too proud to beg?  Nigga please
All you brothas know just what I mean
I wanna sniff it, I wanna lick it
I always got to stick with it
Yeah, yeah, yeah and Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
These are the things I love to do
Most of all I need to give praise
To the one who keeps the food on my plate
So thank you Lord for blessin' me
With the dark meat under my Christmas tree

H.S.

"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"

ladies, if the butt is round then give ol' HS a call!

H.S.

"To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You ain't it Miss Thang
Give me a sista, I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her"

can I get an amen?

H.S.

"So Cosmo says you're fat
Well I ain't down with that
Cuz your waist is small and your curves are kickin'
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin"

you know I am, baby!

H.S.

"Some brothers wanna play that hard role
and tell you that the butt need to go
So they toss it and leave it
And I pull up quick to retrieve it"

this is the genius of sir mixalot.  "you don't want it?  well, I'll take it!"
I gotta say I feel the same way!  how bout you brothas, how you feel?

H.S.