I like big butts and I cannot lie You other brothers can't deny 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 Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh baby, I wanna get with ya And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But that butt you got (Oh it make me so horny) Ooh, rump that smooth skin You wanna get in my Benz Well use me use me 'cause you aint that average groupie I've seen them dancing The hell with romancing She's sweat, wet, got it going like a turbo vette I'm tired of magazines Saying flat butts are the thing Take the average black man and ask him that She gotta pack much back So Fellas (Yeah) Fellas (Yeah) Your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah) Well shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt Baby got back, y'all Baby got back Baby got back 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 talking 'bout playboy 'Cause silicone parts were made for toys I want'em real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Babycake's in trouble Begging for a piece of that bubble So I'm looking at rock videos Watching these bimbos walking 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 (Ahh) Till the break of dawn Baby got it going on A lot of pimps won't like this song 'Cause them punks lie to hit it and quit it But 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 in my Mercedes? (Yeah) Then turn around Stick it out Even white boys got to shout Baby got back y'all Baby got back Yeah baby When it comes to females Cosmo ain't got nothing to do with my selection (Oh baby) Thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six Only if she's five three So your girlfriend throws 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'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 waste 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 sister I can't resist her Red beans and rice did miss her Some knucklehead tried to diss 'Cause 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 someone's phone, now move that floor Shake that dumpy ass Baby got back, y'all Baby got back Baby got back Little in the middle but she got much back Little in the middle but she got much back Upsweep face with an I E booty Little in the middle but she got much back Upsweep face with an I E booty Little in the middle but she got much back Little in the middle Little in the middle Little in the middle Little in the middle Baby got back Upsweep face with an I E booty What? With an I E booty Upsweep face with an I E booty What? With an I E booty Upsweep face with an I E booty What? With an I E booty Upsweep face with an I E booty Yeah, baby got back Uh, yeah baby I E booty in the house This is not, this is not (Motherfucker) Bust some ass

Oh my God, Becky Look at her butt It is so big I like big butts 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 Wanna pull up tough 'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed My homeboys tried to warn me But that butt you got makes me so horny 'Cause I'm long and I'm strong And I'm down to get the friction on So Fellas Fellas Has your girlfriend got butt Tell her to shake it, shake it, Shake that healthy butt Baby got back Baby got back Baby got back Baby got back LA face with Oakland booty LA face with Oakland booty LA face with Oakland booty So ladies Ladies If you wanna role in my Mercedes Then turn around Stick it out Even white boys got to shout Baby got back Baby got back Baby got back Baby got back Little in the middle, but she got much back Little in the middle, but she got much back Little in the middle, but she got much back Baby got back back back

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