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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