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Sir Mixalot

Genres: Hip-Hop

Buckin' M Horse Lyrics - Sir Mixalot

(*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 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!" 

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 

Holdn 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 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 

 

[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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