"Ms. New Booty," by Bubba Sparxxx featuring the Ying Yang Twins
Released: 2006
Song sentiment: I've met a woman who has an appealing derriere.
Original lyrics in blue
Analyzed lyrics in black
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Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere (thrice). Rockin' everywhere (twice). I found you, Ms. New Booty. Get it together and bring it back to me. Hit the playa's club for about a month or two. Put his hand on it; then see what it do (twice). Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight (four times).
Rear ends are swaying side to side wherever I look. There you are, woman whose derriere is unfamiliar to me. Organize yourself and return your buttocks. Spend 30 to 60 days in a night club that specializes in exotic dance. Place a gentleman's palm on your fanny and observe how it behaves. Squeeze posteriors at the peak of their juiciness and flavor, obtain them in accordance with social mores, and grip them firmly.
VERSE 1
Girl I don't need you, but you need me. Take it off, let if flop, shake it freely. And I don't tell stories, I let ‘em tell theyself. And you ain't gotta sell sex, girl, it sell itself, like nothing else. Yeah I'm a country boy, but that big city bottom fill me up with joy. Ain't life grand? Live it up daddy. Here go da whisper song, baby this is us, ready? Put it on me, enthusiastically. Whatever it is that you do, you do it admirably. And I ain't choose it, that thang chose me. It's Bubba K. and Ying Yang, all the way in this thang. Yo!
The dynamics of our relationship are imbalanced. Remove your pants, relax your glutes and gyrate uninhibitedly. I tend not to narrate; I instead allow tales to somehow manifest themselves without my involvement. It is unnecessary to market intercourse, woman, because consumers will purchase intercourse regardless of advertising expenditure, moreso than any other good or service. Indeed, I am from a rural American area, but I exult in a tookus attached to a woman raised in a densely populated region. Isn't not being dead delightful? Enjoy it, father. Are you prepared for us to segue into a different hip-hop single? Eagerly place an object on my body. Your actions confuse me, but I can detect the high quality of those actions. I did not select something; that something selected me instead. The artists on this song are myself and the Ying Yang Twins, and we are dedicated to providing vocals on this track. Hello.
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VERSE 2
Quarter to twelve and we just getting in. Bubba gonna make ya spark wit da Ying Yang Twins. Sippin' on Patron, blong blong blong. Shawty in a thong, whom whom whom. Get to jiggling, mother*** wiggling. Get that thang shakin', like she frost bit shivering. Be delivering, all type of flashes, cashes. Got these asses shaking that molasses. Shh, let me whisper in your ear. Get yourself together go and buy some new gear. Do something with your hair den hit da club. Shake ya ass and da playas gonna show some love. Do that move ya did, just a minute ago. I guarantee you'll make all da dough. So gon' do ya thing baby, work what chu got. To get what you want. Make that money, don't let it make you.
We are returning home at 11:45. Bubba Sparxxx will force you to smoke marijuana with us. We are loudly swallowing costly tequila. A short woman is wearing a revealing bathing suit or piece of lingerie. She commences shaking the fat on her bottom, as if her body were reacting to very low temperatures. She brings to us the light that makes it possible to photograph in the dark and various legal tenders. We have prompted women to swing their hips as slowly as a highly viscous sugary syrup. Be quiet, and permit me to speak softly near your hearing organ. Organize your life and purchase clothing, get professionally groomed and visit a discotheque. Criminals will adore you if you move your tailbone back and forth quickly; I suggest you copy the gesture you performed for me 60 seconds ago. I promise that you will receive everyone's cash. Therefore, engage in your preferred activities, using your distinct advantages to obtain that which pleases you. Earn funds; do not let the funds determine your worth.
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VERSE 3
Hi there, how are things? I once was a breast man, now it seems ever since I had the pleasure of getting you together, your chest is just whatever, I found the buried treasure. Yes ma'am, here's the plan. Meet me over yonder, okay? Don't play. I'll bring the whoop whoop, you bring your cookbook. And I'ma fix that stuff up, everything is good good.
Greetings. How are you? I used to become particularly aroused by boobs, but that preference was altered when I happily helped you organize yourself. Now I do not especially care about your chest. I dug and discovered something of greater value. Let me reveal the itinerary: We will reconvene elsewhere. Be serious. I will have some enthusiastic noises on hand, and I urge you to have your copy of The Joy of Cooking in tow. Then I will make repairs, leading to a satisfying resolution.
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