Sir Dix-A-Lot

I like big nuts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a guy walks in with a real pretty face
And a-thing-below-his-waist
You get sprung, wanna pull out your junk
'Cause you notice those nuts were stuffed

Deep in the jeans he's wearing
I'm gay and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture
My homies tried to warn me
But with those nuts you got makes me feel so horny

Ooh, Clump-o-dried-gizz
You say you tried to hit my chin?
Well, use me, use me
'Cause you’re balls smell like poo-py

I've seen them prancin'
The hell with just glancin'
He's sweat,set
Asshole’s gonna make a gerbil wet

I'm tired of magazines
Sayin' small nuts are the thing
Take the average gay man and ask him that
He gotta pack some sack

So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Does your boyfriend got the nuts? (Hell yeah!)
Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)
Shake them healthy nuts!
Baby got sack!

(gay face with a smokin’ booty)
Baby got sack!

I like 'em round, and big
And when I'm showin’ a stiff
I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an man-imal
Now here’s my scandal

I wanna get you home
And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh
I ain't talkin' bout little boys
'Cause their tiny sacks are more like toys
I want 'em real thick and juicy
So find that juicy double
Dix-a-Lot's in trouble
Beggin' for a piece of that stubble

So I'm lookin' at cock videos
Knock-kneeded bimbos walkin' like hoes
You can have them bimbos
I’ll take my men as homos
A word to the big ball mistas, I wanna get with ya
I won't cuss or hit ya
But I gotta be gay when I say I wanna fuck
Til-the-condom-breaks-off

BJs got it goin' on
A lot of spitters won't like this song
'Cause them punks like to hit it and spit it
And I'd rather play it gay
With schlongs, and dongs,
‘Cause I'm down to get the suction on

So, Fellas! {Yeah!} Fellas! {Yeah}
If you want head in my Mercedes {Yeah!}
Then turn around! Stick it out!
Even white boys got to shout
Baby got sack!

Baby got sack!
Yeah, baby … when it comes to shemales, breasts ain't got nothin'
to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if his cock’s 7’


So your boyfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda doesn’t suck it like I do in the back of a Honda
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you've got guns, hun

You can do blowjobs and spit-it,
But please don’t close that butt
Some mothers wanna play that "God" role
And tell you that the your soul is sold
So they toss you and leave you
Then I use my dick to feed you

So Cosmo says your fat
Well I ain't down with that!
'Cause your sac is long and your balls are kickin;
And I'm thinkin' bout stickin'

To the beanpole dames in the magazines:
You ain't it, Miss Thing!
Give me a mista, I can't resist him
Tight jeans and a nice limp wrist-a

Some knucklehead tried to kiss
'Cause his balls are on my list
He had game so I chose to get wit ‘em
Didn’t take me long to nut in ‘em
So fellas, if the nuts are round,
And you want a triple X throw down,
Dial 1-900-DIXALOT
And lick them nasty cocks
Baby got sack!

(Little in the middle but he got much sack) [4x]