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Sir Mix-A-Lot( Sir Mix A Lot )
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Buckin' My Horse
Lyricist:Anthony Ray
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
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
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 (East side, essa) Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo (Westside, Westside)
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?' Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Double back on 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 posta, rollin' this roaster Holdin' this holster, closer 'Cause I'ma 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, 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
Buckin' this horse like a baller, black top slaughter Makin' these eighteen's holler In a brand new horsie, call it my Porsche 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 blackjack
Bettin' I'm gettin' my sex while I'm passin' up Vettes 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 Impala has no door handles Gonna 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 Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo
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