All parodies are welcome to be posted, but I am having mad nostalgia for In Living Color song parodies lately. Takes me back to the days when we would
record this show on VHS.
Warning: These parodies may be offensive if you didn't live through the 90's!
My man Tommy Davidson
My, my, my pants so baggy that movin' ain't hard
Make you wanna say, "Oh my Lord!
"Hey Hammer, do you really have a weenie?"
With pants like this, you look like a genie
They give me a real nice breeze
Like a big red hammock on the coconut trees
They're cool now, are you gettin' my drift?
I'm dry where it counts with super-fresh lips
I'm jumpin' and groovin' and such
And this is pants you can't touch
Every time you see me, the Hammer's on a roll
Even with my head stickin' out the zipper hole
The ladies think I'm hyped, they copy everything I do
It's Hammer, go Hammer, it's Hammer, go Hammer until there's something new
Can't touch this
I made a million by the time I was 10
I wrote a love song to a rat named Ben
And then I got a nose job and changed my chin
And made my skin light
Look me in the face and tell me if you think I'm black or white
I’m still a virgin and I'm 33
Even Madonna won't have sex with me
I play with little animals and hang out with Macaulay all night
And if that’s not strange enough, I don't know whether I'm black or white
Am I black or white? Tell me (we don't know)
Black or white? I don't know
If I'm black or white. Tell me
Officer, maybe you can tell me. Am I black or white?
You're under arrest
What? I guess I am black
I like big girls and I cannot lie
Even when they're big and wide
Swoopin,' swaggin' and cheesy
You know that meat is greasy
Scoopin' up chips and hot wings
Eatin' cookies and ice cream
Rubbin' on burgers and fries
Feedin' those big ol' thighs
Oh baby, I wanna get wit ya
'Cause your pants don't fit ya
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that gut, you got me "Me So Hungry"
Ooh, too much pork skins
Your butt can't fit in my Benz
It's smelly jelly
Feed that big ol' belly
I see her huffin'
Chokin' on milk and muffins
With butt and gut
She's shaped like a Nissan truck
All them magazines
Say you always gotta be lean
You wanna put a big girl in a real good mood?
She's gotta have some food
So fellas (yeah!) fellas (yeah!), you really like your woman stacked?
Then feed her, please her, feed her some Cracker Jacks
Baby's got snacks
Till the break of dawn
Baby got food on
There's really not much to say
Neck's so thick
She could eat a brick
If it's made by Frito-Lay
She's down and round
You want a buffet throwdown?
She's suckin' and lickin'
'Cause she's eatin' up chicken
So ladies (yeah!) ladies (yeah!) do you really wanna go to Shakey's?
Then turn around, stick it out
Even healthies gotta shout
Baby's got snacks
So your girlfriend eats a salad
Lookin' like bones, you've had it
Head shaped like a Lincoln
So skinny, you can see what she's thinkin'
So take it from Trail Mix-a-Lot, you want a girlfriend you can dig?
Then give her hug, 'cause there's more to love, ain't nothin' wrong with bein' big
And a bonus video but I couldn't find lyrics to copy/paste so you're on your own. Freaking hilarious!
edit on 20-5-2021 by NarcolepticBuddha because: (no reason given)
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