Sometimes, I can’t seem to free my mind
When I close my eyes, all I see is behind
So, ladies, don’t hestitate, just strut
Cause I don’t like ifs, but I do love butts
Keep the thing on top of your thighs displayed and not flat
Turn around like Bonnie Tyler and make me want that
Cause I’m not trying to tell 'em that my child returned
When I comment to my guys that ´baby got back´
And I don’t know who you are, but the things you’ve got
Cement my respect for Sir Mix-a-Lot
So don’t be mad at me if you’re that tired
Of quotes from Chaka Demus and Pliers
And tease me. Show me your face and then spin
Does it feel like you’re playing a game with ten pins?
Cause you strike me. I’d like to know the score
Cause you knock a nigga down with your bowling balls
I’d never tell you that you’re something you’re not
With that bottom, you’ll go straight to the top
If you want, we can start to be dear friends:
Get acquainted and start at the rear end
How can a punk like me
Get with a chick with the best junk in the trunk I’ve seen?
Sound dumb, but I have to ask
If instead of Fred Astairing at your bum, I can tap that arse
And that seems offensive
But I only said it cause I meant it
Your arse is hot — I’ve gotta vent it
I wanna play it cool, but you’ve got my speech heated
Appreciation of bums is deep-seated
How can you expect me to shut this trap
When every time you turn around, another cup gets smashed?
They say ´behind every great man is a great woman´
But let’s switch places when they ain’t looking
Got another song for the fans of bust
But right now, no fronting: in backs we trust
I’ve got the rudest raps to bust
All for the love of glorious gluteus maximus
With that bottom, you’ll go straight to the top
You’ll go straight to the top