In the ’60s, pop music lyrics explored themes of politics, intellectual curiosity, and the struggles of adolescence.
Today, little girls are listening to wonderful gems like the hit “Anaconda”. This towering set of lyrics is a pretty good representation of the ghettoization of youth culture.
Verse one has our protagonist meeting Troy, whom we can presume is probably black:
Boy toy named Troy, used to live in Detroit
Big dope dealer money, he was getting some coins
Was in shoot outs with the law, but he live in a palace
Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish
Now that’s real, real, real…
Another verse has our protagonist meeting Michael, whom we also can presume is black:
This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
Dick bigger than a tower, I ain’t talking about Eiffel’s
Real country ass nigga, let me play with his rifle
Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil
Now that bang bang bang, I let him hit it cause he slang cocaine
And which leads us to the song’s (?) final verse:
Yeah, he love this fat ass
Yeah, this one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club
I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?
Fuck those skinny bitches, fuck those skinny bitches in the club
I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the motherfucking club
