Straight to the Bottom

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus x4] I'd never tell you that you're something you're not With that bottom, you'll go straight to the top [Bridge x4] If you want, we can start to be dear friends: Get acquainted and start at the rear end [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus x4] [Bridge x2] [Chorus x4] [Outro] With that bottom, you'll go straight to the top You'll go straight to the top [x13]