buckin' my horse

sir mix-a-lot

buckin my horse

giddy up

hey yo

hey

buckin my horse

giddy up

buckin my horse

giddy up

hey yo

hey

buckin my horse

giddy up

buckin my horse

giddy up

hey yo

hey

buckin my horse

giddy up

buckin my horse

giddy up

hey yo

hey

buckin my horse

giddy up

hey yo

i got more bass than a little bit

game don't quit

my clique got a gang of them chips

and it don't stop

cause a brother went pop

and i got a couple knots in my sock

one dough

one glock

and i got me a cutie

buckin this 1992 goolie

will i come booty

who me

i thought you knew me

you come to the boulevard newly

take a look at this truck

got 'em sittin on stuck

drop down to the ground

with them big sounds

four twelves in the back

'til the windshield cracks

like that

with a fat bass track

and i love my horse

he try to ignore me

scratch my back and you'll force me to dump

dump

dump

dump

put 'em on stunt

and drive my horse into the sun

buckin my horse

giddy up

hey yo

hey

buckin my horse

giddy up

buckin my horse

giddy up

hey yo

hey

buckin my horse

giddy up

buckin my horse

giddy up

hey yo

hey

buckin my horse

giddy up

buckin my horse

giddy up

hey yo

hey

buckin my horse

giddy up

hey yo

hey

what you say fool?

nah

let me explain somethin to you

this is my vehicle

you know what i'm sayin?

i roll when i wanna roll

when i want cause i got my cabbage like that

you know what i'm sayin?

keep player hatin and watch the ass drop

i gotta get an impala

pina colada

white cause the gold one's nada

get the coke white seats

fill 'em up with heat

six three with the bows on feet

peanut butter top to match the guts

droppin that butt

got 'em all sayin what!"

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