Straight To The Bottom - Mikill Pane

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