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Orale, I like a mambo with hops. Show me your signature birthday. Yeah! Takes another third drop for a ride like That. What, what, what! Good morning. Good morning. Giddy up, giddy up, giddy giddy up. Arre, arre, caballo Yeah, buck it on, Baby. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, Hey yo, hey. Buckin' my horse, Giddy up. Going up this W for life, fool. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, Hey. Buckin' my horse, giddy up. Viva la raza. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, Hey. Buckin' my horse, giddy up. Playing old cuts, doing donuts, fool. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, Hey. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, Hey yo. I got more bass than a little Bit. Daddy don't quit, my clique got a gang Of them chicks. And it don't stop 'cause a Brother went pop and I got a couple knots In my sock, one door, one Glock. And I got me a cutie buckin' this 1992 Bentley. 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 sitting on stuck. Drop down to The ground with the big sounds. Four 12s in The back 'til the windshield cracks like that with A fat bass track. And I love my horsey, Try to ignore me. Scratch my paint and you'll Force me to dump, dump, dump, dump. Put him on stun, then drive my horse into The sun. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, Hey yo, hey. Buckin' my horse, giddy up. Cruising down the boulevard. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, Hey. Buckin' my horse, giddy up. From Rizza to Lizzy. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, Hey. Buckin' my horse, giddy up. He's fine, isn't he? Yeah. Buckin' my horse, Giddy up, hey yo, hey. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo. Wait, what you say, fool? Nah, let me clear this up with you. This is my vehicle, you know I'm saying? I roll what I wanna roll when I roll 'cause I got my cabbage like that, you know What I'm saying? So can stay a hater or Watch the ass drop. I gotta get an Impala, pina colada. White, get the gold ones, nada. Get the Coke white seats, fill 'em up with Heat. 6'3" with the vogues on feet. Peanut butter top to match the guts. Dropping that butt, got 'em all saying, "What?" Double back for the profile. What's up now? Gotta give me ten points on style. And the paint ain't chipping, dripping. Look at this dipping, never caught slipping or Missing. And in case you was doubting my pimping. What, fool? My kitten got the pearl white spokes To match my paint coat. Giddy up, here we Go. Back to the boulevard west. Put the horse to the test. I'ma park this Next to the best and flex like a poster. Rolling this roaster, holding this holster closer. 'Cause I'm a boaster, roaster, red light toaster. No remorse when I buck this horse. Let's take it from the east to the west, Homes. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, West side. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, East side. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, West side. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, East side. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, west side. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, east side. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, west side. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, east side. Bucking this horse like a baller, black top Slaughter. Making these 18s holler. In a brand new horsey, call it my Porsche. Looking hella fly and bossy. Sitting at a red light waiting, Porsche shaking. Talking more mess than Peyton. And I got it in first, get ready for The worst. One point two turbo burst. Let it ride like a blackjack bet and I'm Getting my sex while I'm passing the best. Grab my horse by the reins and tame it. Watch where I aim it so I don't flame It. I can't explain the insane left lane. Swing to the right and spank. Pass these busters Looking like Lester. Sitting three deep in a dark Blue Duster. Now I'm sitting on cruise, trying to Get my food. Exit number 102 and then po-po Spots me. The guys still watch me. Big man needs teriyaki. I ain't tripping on Bandos 'cause my white Gambala Has no door handles. Gotta get met with force If you touch my horse. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, Hey. Buckin' my horse, giddy up. Yeah. 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. Yeah. Buckin' my horse, giddy up, Hey yo, hey. Buckin' my horse, Giddy up, hey yo.
Sir Mix-A-Lot — Buckin' My Horse
«Buckin' My Horse» — Sir Mix-A-Lot. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 4:29. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
