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I think I love him think I knew the first time
He called my name and said you are my sunshine
I think I love him think I knew the hour
He held me close and said you are my flower

I think I love him
I think I knew the hour
He held me close
And said you are my flower

I love your skin oh, so white
I love your touch cold as ice
And I love every single tear you cry
I just love the way you're losing your life

Oh, my baby, how beautiful you are
Oh, my darling, completely torn apart
You're gone with the sin, my baby
And beautiful, you are
So gone with the sin, my darling

I adore the despair in your eyes
I worship your lips, once red as wine
And I crave for your scent, sending shivers down my spine
And I just love the way you're running out of life

Oh, my baby, how beautiful you are
Oh, my darling, completely torn apart
You're gone with the sin, my baby
And beautiful, you are
So gone with the sin, my darling

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Oh my god
Becky, look at her butt
It is so big
She looks like one of those rap guys girlfriends
Who understands those rap guys
They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute
I mean her butt
It's just so big
I can't believe it's so round
It's just out there
I mean, it's gross
Look, she's just so black

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 waste
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up front
'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 with that butt you got
Me so horny
Ooh, all of that smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my benz
Well use me use me 'cause you ain't that average groupy

I've seen them dancin'
The hell with romancin'
Sweat, sweat, got it goin' like a turbo 'vette

I'm tired of magazines
Saying flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and him that
She gotta pack much back

Fellas (yeah) Fellas(yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah)
Well shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake that healthy butt
Baby got back

(LA face with Oakland booty)

I like'em round and big
And when I'm throwin a gig
I just can't help myself
I'm actin like an animal
Now here's my scandal

I wanna get you home
And double up
I ain't talkin' 'bout playboy
'Cause silicone parts were made for toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Mixalot's in trouble
Beggin for a piece of that bubble
So I'm lookin' at rock videos
Watchin' these bimbos walkin 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 cause or hit ya
But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna ―
Till the break of dawn
I got it goin' 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)
If you wanna role in my Mercedes (yeah)
Then turn around
Stick it out
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got back

(LA face with the Oakland booty)

Yeah baby
When it comes to females
Cosmo and got nothin' to do with my selection
36-24-36
Only if she's 5'3"

So your girlfriend throws a Honda
Playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda and got motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want none unless you've got buns hon
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 and 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 kickin''
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'
To the beanpole dames in the magazines
You aint it miss thing
Give me a sister I can't resist her
Red beans and rice didn't miss her
Some knucklehead tried to dis
'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 1-900-mixalot and kick them nasty thoughts
Baby got back

Kabát - Satan Klaus

Tak co je tady Satan Klaus
hlavy rozemele nám haus
odchází smutnej děda mráz
je nasranej

Každej má kvér jako Billi Kid
holky tam dole nosej dynamit
v TV nám boduje rodinej hit
a pytle prachů už se pěchujou

kertosäe:
Najdu si atomovej kryt
zavřu se tam a bude klid
proženu hlavou dobrej shit
Ten veselej

A všichni lháři co tu sou
na mě si nikdy nepřídou
Máma tak zachovej klid
sem šílenej

Tak jak, vo co tu vlastně jde
já vím něco tu nehraje
žvejkáme sračky je nám fajn
sme pod vodou

Každej dneska je děsně in
kurva, politik i manekýn
a všichni smrděj makrelou
a pytle prachů už se pěchujou

kertosäe

Satan my master
I slit my wrists to drain me of my blood
Satan my master
Up side down I turn the cross of god

Satan my master
Recieve this sacrifice this blood of mine
Satan my master
I cut into my rotten flesh your signs

Satan my master
Remember me when judgement day is near
Satan my master
Take my hand when armageddon is here