Baby, I see you, that look in your eyes
Hips that keep shaking, mysterious style
Exotically tempting, familiar to me
That Creole sexy, it’s all over me
So all my red bones get on the floor
And all my yellow bones get on the floor
And all my brown bones get on the floor
Then you mix it up and you call it Creole
So all my red bones get on the floor
And all my yellow bones get on the floor
And all my brown bones get on the floor
Then you mix it up and you call it Creole
(Creole!) When I look real good
(Creole!) Whenever I talk real good
(Creole!) Whenever I bounce real good
Just in case you wanna know, that’s your secret
(Creole!) When she look that good
(Creole!) Whenever she talk that good
(Creole!) Whenever she bounce that good
Ladies, if you wanna know, this your secret
Creole!
Bad, bad, bad, bad yellow bone
Bad, bad, bad, bad red bone
Bad, bad, bad, bad brown bone
Bad, bad, bad, bad to the bone
For all of my brown bones
That make a good broth
And all of my red bones that make a good sauce
The yellow bone flavor is familiar to me
Mix it all together; it’s a delicacy
So all my red bones get on the floor
And all my yellow bones get on the floor
And all my brown bones get on the floor
Then you mix it up and you call it Creole
So all my red bones get on the floor
And all my yellow bones get on the floor
And all my brown bones get on the floor
Then you mix it up and you call it Creole
(Creole!) When I look real good
(Creole!) Whenever I talk real good
(Creole!) Whenever I bounce real good
Just in case you wanna know, that’s your secret
(Creole!) When she look that good
(Creole!) Whenever she talk that good
(Creole!) Whenever she bounce that good
Ladies, if you wanna know, this your secret
Creole!
Bad, bad, bad, bad yellow bone
Bad, bad, bad, bad red bone
Bad, bad, bad, bad brown bone
Bad, bad, bad, bad to the bone
Bad, bad, bad, bad yellow bone
Bad, bad, bad, bad red bone
Bad, bad, bad, bad brown bone
Bad, bad, bad, bad to the bone
So all my red bones get on the floor
And all my yellow bones get on the floor
And all my brown bones get on the floor
Then you mix it up and you call it Creole
So all my red bones get on the floor
And all my yellow bones get on the floor
And all my brown bones get on the floor
Then you mix it up and you call it Creole
(Creole!) When I look real good
(Creole!) Whenever I talk real good
(Creole!) Whenever I bounce real good
Just in case you wanna know, that’s your secret
(Creole!) When she look that good
(Creole!) Whenever she talk that good
(Creole!) Whenever she bounce that good
Ladies, if you wanna know, this your secret
Creole!
Bad, bad, bad, bad yellow bone
Bad, bad, bad, bad red bone
Bad, bad, bad, bad brown bone
Bad, bad, bad, bad to the bone
A Celebration of Heritage and Identity
“Creole” by Beyonce is a vibrant ode to cultural pride and the beauty of diversity. The lyrics playfully reference different skin tones—red, yellow, and brown bones—highlighting the rich mix that defines Creole identity. Beyonce uses vivid imagery and rhythmic repetition to evoke a sense of unity and self-confidence, encouraging listeners to embrace their uniqueness. The song’s energetic calls to the dance floor serve as a metaphor for coming together and celebrating shared roots, while references to delicacies and flavors symbolize the blend of traditions that make Creole culture so distinctive.
Empowerment Through Self-Expression
Throughout the track, Beyonce empowers her audience—especially women—to take pride in how they look, talk, and move. The repeated chants of “Creole!” reinforce the idea that this heritage is not just a background, but a source of strength and allure. The song turns personal and collective history into a secret ingredient, making cultural heritage something to be cherished and shown off with pride.
Song Credits
- Artist: Beyonce
- Songwriters: Beyoncé Knowles, Sean Garrett, Solange Knowles