Buckin' My Horse

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 nineteen ninety-two 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 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 (west side, west side) 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 want to 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!" 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 (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 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 one oh two 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 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