Oh my God, look at her bread.
It's just so...big.
It looks like one of those, muffin's girlfriends,
But you know, who understands those loaves of bread?
They only look at her because,
She looks like a total loaf.
I mean, her bread, it's just so, square, it's like,
Soft, I mean, ugh! Look!
She's just so, fulL!

I like big bread and I cannot lie,
You other muffins can't deny,
When a muffin walks in with an itty bitty bottom,
And a brown thing in your face you get hungry,
Wanna pull up front,
Cause you noticed that loaf was stuffed,
Deep in the bag it's sittin',
I'm hooked and I can't stop starring,
Oh bready I wanna get with ya,
And take ya picture,
My homeboys tried to warn me,
But with that bread you got, makes me so hungry,
Oh rub that butter in,
You say you wanna get in with me,
Well tease me, tease me,
Cause you ain't that average whole grain,
I've seen them bakin',
To hell with rollin',
It's warm, dry,
Got it goin' like a bread machine,
I'm tired of Taste Of Home,
Saying flat breads are the thing,
Take the average wheat man and ask him that,
It's gotta pack much grain,
So slices (yeah) slices! (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the bread? (hell yeah)
Tell em to put it out, (put it out) put it out! (put it out)
Shake that healthy bread!
Baby got bread!

I like 'em square and big,
And when I'm thrownin' a gig,
I just can't help myself I'm actin' like a bread destroyer,
Now here's my scandal,
I wanna get you home,
And ugh, double up, ugh ugh,
I ain't talkin' about play-doh,
Cause silicone breads are made for kids,
I want 'em real thin and grainy,
So find that grainy double,
Bread-a-lot's in trouble,
Beggin' for a piece of that bread,
So I'm lookin' at bake videos,
Knock-kneeded muffins walkin' like loaves,
I keep my bread like Hostess,
A work to the thin soul muffins, I wanna get with ya,
I won't cuss of hit ya,
But I gotts be straight when I say I wanna *bake*
Til' the break of dawn,
Bready got it goin' on,
A lot of bagels won't like this song,
'Cause them bagels like to roll it and quit it,
And I'd rather stay and bake,
Cause I'm long, and I'm soft,
And I'm down to get the butter on,
So muffins (yeah) muffins! (yeah)
If you wanna roll in my dough,
Then turn around!
Stick it out!
Even white bread's gotta shout!
Baby got bread.

Baby got bread!
Yeah bready, when it comes to wheat bread, Hostess ain't got nothin' to do with my selection,
White-whole grain-white, only if it's a whole loaf.

So your bread roll in a Hostess,
Playin' baking tapes by Sara Less,
But Sara Lee ain't got a full loaf in the back of her bag,
My bread don't want none,
Unless you've got big bread hun,
You can do cut ups of crumbs,
But please don't lose that bread,
Some muffins wanna play that "soft" role,
And tell you that the bread ain't brown,
So they toss it, and leave it,
And I pull up quick to retreive it,
So Sara Less say's you're too big,
Well I ain't down with that!
Cause your bottoms are small and your top it splittin',
And I'm thinkin' about butterin',
To the crouton dames in the magazines,
You ain't it Miss White,
Give me a sista I can't resist her,
White bread and butter didn't miss her,
Some knuckle bread tried to dis,
Cause his loaves are on my list,
He had game but he chose to squish 'em,
And I pull up quick to get with 'em,
So slices if your bread is round,
And you want a triple loaf throw down,
Dial 1-800-breadsalot,
And kick them buttery thoughts,
Baby got bread.