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Baby got back by sir mixalot.
Made all the more favorite by the fact that I listened to it in the living room, on cassette tape, and my grandmother marched over, took it out, and chastised me for listening to such filth.
Then broke hte tape with her big wooden spoon that she had on the wall.
I like big spoons and I cannot lie
Other grandmothers can’t deny
That when the kid comes in with a tape full of sin
It gets *crushed*, want to grind up dust
Cause you heard that the MC cussed
On the wall that the spoon is sharin’
With the room where the speakers was blarin’
Oh darling, can’t let you hear that
Can’t even let you near that
My bridge club tried to warn me
But that tape you got made me so onery
Oh little munchkin
Do you wanna play connect four once again?
Well lookie, here lookie
Does my dearie want another cookie?
I’ve seen you napping
To hell with that rapping
This house is neat, sweet
So shoes off and then wipe your feet
I’m tired of MTV
Saying hip hop is for Gs
Take the average Gran-Gran and ask her that
Do the little ones need that rap?
So Hilda (hello!), Matilda (hello!) Have grandsons found that smut? (Heavens no!)
Tell them to sit down, put milk in a cup
I think Grandma’s still got those buttercups
“Mixtape” got whacked! (Heavy spoon and a plastic shell case)
“Mixtape” got whacked! (Heavy spoon and a plastic shell case)
…
Unfortunately Im out of time and have to go meet a friend.
I’d like to save this and finish it later but I’m too sleep deprived to remember.
At some point I need to work in the line:
Cause you know that Gran-Gran mix a lot
And got that spoon swing down
“Mixtape” got whacked!