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Buckin My Horse - текст песни



Buckin' My Horse


[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 k Nots 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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