buckin' my horse
sir mix-a-lot
i got more bass than a little bit
my clique got a gang of them chips
and i got a couple knots in my sock
you come to the boulevard newly
take a look at this truck
'til the windshield cracks
scratch my back and you'll force me to dump
and drive my horse into the sun
let me explain somethin to you
when i want cause i got my cabbage like that
keep player hatin and watch the ass drop
white cause the gold one's nada
six three with the bows on feet
peanut butter top to match the guts