bigpimpinmba's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lean Back The following entry is a complete and utter fraud, but I’m posting it anyway because it made me giggle like a little schoolgirl. After I wrote a little bit on the following, I researched the actual lyrics to the song, “Lean Back” by Terror Squad and found that they were not the misheard lyrics I present to you as follows: (The following is what I had written before actually checking out the lyrics, so read with that knowledge and pretend I’m not a complete jack-tard) Please feel free to make fun as you will. (and I know you will) ………………………….. My nuts don’t dance, they just fill up my pants. And… Do the rockaway Lean back Lean back Lean back Lean back Has there ever been a song that speaks to the struggle of the suburb-livin’ corporate American workin’ white man like “Lean Back” by Terror Squad? I’d venture to say that there really hasn’t. It was almost as though I had unzipped my pants and Bigpimp’s nuts were actually singing this song as they leaned back. I know that lots of my corporate homeboys feel the same way as I have heard many of them singing the same thing as they are entering the bathroom to take a squirt. We are white and afraid, but we know how to do the rockaway. Yeeeeeahhhhhh. Beeatch. Somethingizzle and Whatnotizzle. We keepin’ it real. Fo Sho. I honestly sat there in my car, singing along… “My nuts don’t dance….” when I started thinking, “Where in the hell did these lyrics come from?” Was my Terrorizing brutha just kind of hanging out in his crib, looking at himself in the mirror and looked down at his Jimmy, thinking, “My nuts do so much more than dance. They fill up my pants. They even do a little rockaway. Most importantly, they lean back no fewer than four times. If this realization isn’t deserving of a joint (song, for all of you suburbanites), I don’t know what the hizzell is. Holla!” If I could just come up with some phat lyrics for things happening in my pants, I would be a superstar fo sho, yo. Here’s my attempt: My nuts get sweaty when Im-a gettin’ ready To meet ma bitch in beddy and Im-a get some heady Do the premature E-jac E-jac E-jac E-jac I think it has a shot at the charts, don’t you? Tell me what you think. HOLLA!!!! ……….. OK. Back into the real world of Terror Squad, where the lyrics are not quite about your nuts filling up your pants, this makes no sense, but I found it funny enough to pass along to all y’all. Besides, I think my misheard lyrics are so much better than the real thing, which is something about “My niggas don’t dance, We just pull up our pants and do the Roc-away”. Definitely not as fun to sing. Izzle or something 2:55 p.m. - 2004-09-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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