But I think it’s no less culturally relevant.Įrik Satie meets Nicki Minaj? It all turned out rather… zen? I could totally see myself doing yoga to this. The original idea for this bit belongs to Steve Allen. Oh heck (oh heck) he swallowed my neck (he swallowed my neck). Oh fiddle (oh fiddle) he's up to my middle (he's up to my middle). Johnluckpickerd then decided to create this “Pop Music Poetry” for his niece’s mother so perhaps she would get a better idea of what her daughter and the rest of the kiddie gang were singing. Oh me (oh me) he swallowed my knee (he swallowed my knee). I’m high as hell, I only took a half of pill Who wanna go first? I had them pushing daffodils Gun in my purse, bitch I came dressed to kill Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palaceīought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish Messing with racism, sexism, bigotry, crime and social standardsĢ.Redditor johnluckpickerd noticed his 12-year-old niece and her friends were constantly singing Nicki Minaj’s “Anaconda” without actually understanding its lyrics or meaning of the song.īoy toy named Troy used to live in Detroitīig dope dealer money, he was getting some coins In short she is saying it is her body, her soul and her life! Screw you!Ĭritically speaking the song is doing two things:ġ. And that any many like a hot curvy women. She is also telling that men are hot horny and mean. While she is encouraging all women to be natural and sexy. In short she is taking a dig at white people and beauty standards laid by pageants and clubs. Looking at her body her men say they enjoy it and that she is natural and cool and not dieting (missing meals), curvy hot (don't like 'em boney) and they like something to grab when they look at a woman. She means to disrespect people who lead stereo type lives restricted by so called civil morals and church and dares to lead life of her choice whether with criminals, drug peddler or some horny guy. She says her men (anaconda) like women with natural bigs ass and tits (buns hun) Its about woman who says she cares less for artificial skinny (bony) beauties! I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the motherfucking club I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?įuck those skinny bitches, fuck those skinny bitches in the club Yeah, this one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club Little in the middle but she got much back So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab like Say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
Now that bang bang bang, I let him hit it cause he slang cocaineĪnd when we done, I make him buy me Balmain Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil Real country ass nigga, let me play with his rifle
(Mira su culo) Si, le encanta este culazo, jajaja. No quiere nada de eso a menos que tengas nalgas, nena. This dude named Michael used to ride motorcyclesĭick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's Mi anaconda no quiere nada de eso a menos que tengas nalgas, nena. So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit him with a jab like Say he don't like 'em boney, he wants something he can grab He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pillĬome through and fuck him in my automobile Who wanna go first? I'll have 'em pushin' daffodils Gun in my purse, bitch I came dressed to kill He can tell I ain't missing no meals Come through and fck him in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills, and he telling me to chill And he telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab like Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun My an. Was in shoot outs with the law, but he live in a palaceīought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish Now that's real, real, real Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed. A Lyric Poet in the Era of High Capitalism) the colourful, shiny. My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun.
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunīoy toy named Troy, used to live in Detroitīig dope dealer money, he was getting some coins The analysis will then move to Nicki Minajs Anaconda (The Pink Print, 2014).
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