Aunt Thomasina

Lyrics

[Chorus: Amy Dorsey, Sir Mix-A-Lot] You Aunt Thomasina Girl you've got too much You Aunt Thomasina Baby's outta touch You Aunt Thomasina Couldn't make the switch You Aunt Thomasina Definition biatch [Verse 1: Sir Mix-A-Lot] She used to live in the ghetto now she got a little dough So she wanna play high-pose flexin' on the coast (yeah, huh) Learned how to sing in the church Got a little record deal poppin' now she puttin' in work (huh) We used to kick it back at high school Walkin' 'round Roosevelt livin' like straight fools (hmm) But now Miss Thing is a star Rollin' round Bellevue, fakin' in her brand new car Nuttin' like the homegirl we know Tryna be the rich bitch sippin' on a cuppa cappuccino Trippin' cause she got a little contract Now she got a bleached-blonde weave and a set of blue contacts (ha) I don't blame it on the money, imma blame it on you Cause your family's sittin' on broke, boo Two shades darker than me, but she wanna be lighter than me Thomasina wants her skin bleached [Chorus: Amy Dorsey, Sir Mix-A-Lot] You Aunt Thomasina Girl you've got too much (sellout) You Aunt Thomasina Baby's outta touch (wannabe) You Aunt Thomasina Couldn't make the switch (you somethin you ain't, baby) You Aunt Thomasina Definition Jake [Verse 2: Sir Mix-A-Lot] You know the female entertainers I'm talkin' 'bout Rollin' round Beverly Hills with they asses out Her first name used to be Shaniqua Now she claims Heather when you call her on her beeper She ain't got no more slang And if a brother like grits then a brother can't hang Don't even think about beans and rice Cause ever since she made the switch baby don't eat spice And she don't like rap but she'll use it Callin' hip hop straight jungle bunny music Steadily complainin' 'bout her rump size Tummy tucked, butt tucked, now she's tryna get the skinny thighs She's the queen of the liposuction Her titties come complete with instructions Her lips used to have the juice Till she got 'em reduced And look at what Dr. Giggles produced A $6000 pinch nose job Lookin' hella dumb, grill sittin' on live Got both nostrils pressed to your face you shoulda knew Now you singin' like you got the flu nose plug [Chorus: Amy Dorsey, Sir Mix-A-Lot] You Aunt Thomasina Girl you've got too much You Aunt Thomasina Baby's outta touch You Aunt Thomasina Couldn't make the switch You Aunt Thomasina Definition biatch [Bridge: Sir Mix-A-Lot] Take it to the dance floor [Verse 3: Sir Mix-A-Lot] No khakis or goatees accepted She might date a sellout but everything else gets rejected Sittin' in the crib, lattes and bagels All the house artwork's by Nagel Aunt Thomasina wants to meet an Uncle Tom And have a little Tommy Boy and she can be the mom And how does Aunt Thomasina kick it? (kick it) Standin' in the line with Barry Manilow tickets (haha) She likes to play a little Tom Jones Kick a little Streisand and front with the CEOs Ladies in the Benz, have you seen her? The epitome of sellout, the Aunt Thomasina [Chorus: Amy Dorsey, Sir Mix-A-Lot] You Aunt Thomasina Girl you've got too much (uh) You Aunt Thomasina Baby's outta touch (sellout) You Aunt Thomasina Couldn't make the switch (fake) You Aunt Thomasina Definition biatch (wannabe) You Aunt Thomasina (uh) You Aunt Thomasina (uh) (ugh) You Aunt Thomasina (uh) You Aunt Thomasina Definition (uh) Definition (uh) [Outro: Sir Mix-A-Lot] Yeah, look at you, baby Sittin' in the mirror, straightening out that blonde weave The last Jake that tried to be what he wasn't almost went to jail if you know what I'm talkin' bout Sellout I can see your new growth baby