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Sir Mix-a-Lot

Buckin` M Horse

  rap  hip-hop  old school  hip hop  90s  rap  hip-hop  old school  hip hop  90s
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(*Woman speaking Spanish*) - w/ ad libs [Chorus] Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey Buckin my horse, giddy up (throwin up this dirty old for life, fool) Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey Buckin my horse, giddy up (oh a la rasa) Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey Buckin my horse, giddy up (playin old cuts, doin donuts fool) Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey Buckin my horse, giddy up (rollin down the Boulevard) Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey Buckin my horse, giddy up (on rizza, ta nizzay) Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey Buckin my horse, giddy up (eastside, essa) Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo (westside, westside) [Break - Woman talking] 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 (*car door slams and tires skid*) [Verse 2] 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!" Yellow back with a profile, what`s up now Gotta give me ten points on style And the paint ain`t trippin, drippin Look at this dippin, never caught slippin or missin And in case you was doubtin my pimpin (what up fool) My kitten, got the pearl white scopes to match my paint coat Giddy up, here we go Back to the Boulevard, rush with the horse to the test I`ma park this next to the best And flex like I`m poster, rollin this roaster Hoein this holster, closer Cause I`ma boaster, roaster, red light toaster No remorse when I buck this horse (Female voice: Let`s take it from the East to the West homes) [Break] Buckin my horse, giddy up, Westside Buckin my horse, giddy up, Eastside Buckin my horse, giddy up, Westside Buckin my horse, giddy up, Eastside Buckin my horse, giddy up, Westside Buckin my horse, giddy up, Eastside Buckin my horse, giddy up, Westside Buckin my horse, giddy up, Eastside [Verse 3] Buckin this horse like a baller, black top slaughter Makin these eighteen`s holler In a brand new horsie, call it my Porschey Lookin hella fly and bossy Sittin at a red light waitin, Porsche`s shakin Talkin more mess than Payton And I got it in first, gettin ready for the worst One point two turbo burst Let it ride like a black tech Bettin I`m gettin my sex while I`m passin up bets 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, it`s pain Pass these busters, lookin like lusters Sittin three deep in a dark blue Duster Now I`m sittin on cruise tryna get my food Eggs and number 102 and then popo spots me The guys still watch me, big man needs teriyaki I ain`t trippin on vandals Cause my white Gambala has no door handles Gotta get met with force If you touch my ... horse [Chorus] 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 Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey Buckin my horse, giddy up, hey yo (*harmonizing with the beat until fade*)

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