The Literary Genesis of “Baby Got Back”

I remember when Sir Mix-A-Lot’s song “Baby Got Back” was released. I hated it. I thought it was horribly sexist and I have never been a fan of rap.

But then I heard the line “My anaconda don’t want none unless you’ve got buns hun.” And that was it, I could only laugh about it. This song is just so ridiculous that taking it seriously demands too much time and effort. It’s also praising large bottoms, and that’s always a nice thing.

And now I’ve discovered this amusing website that ascribes a literary history to this ode to big bums.

To these women I would speak clearly so that they understand my meaning, though I might be inclined to use somewhat of a poet’s speech for various parts of my phraseology in order to disguise the uncouth words that I would be forced to use in uttering such conciseness. Therefore, my mighty manhood might be likened to a snake, a large snake, though not a poisonous snake, for that would speak ill of the snake itself; rather, the snake would be so grand in size and prowess that it would be able to kill any easily who would threaten his territory, and the killing would be carried out by strangulation and suffocation within its coils. And this snake would, I would tell the woman, have no desire in her whatsoever: unless she possesses that of which I have been speaking for so long now.