Ett musikstycke kommer i tankarna.

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, want to pull out your tough 'Cause you notice the butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me
But with that butt you got
Makes me feel so horny
Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin
You say you want to get in my Benz?
Well, use me, use me,
'Cause you ain't no average groupie
I've seen you dancin'
The hell with romancin'
She's sweat, wet, got it going like a turbo 'Vette
I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man 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!


Kommentarer

lmd83 sa…
Jaa! Den hade kunnat bil min nya themesong! Eller typ sådär som spelas när jag kommer gåendes.
Malin sa…
Ha ha! Äntligen! Tack för att du förstår.