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Buckin' M Horse

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Buckin' M Horse

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(*woman speaking spanish*)

[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 dually

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 horsey, try to ignore me

Scratch my back and you'll force me to dump

Dump, dump, dump, put 'em on stun

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

Exit number 102 and then po-po 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

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