Tonalité : A minor
Intro 1
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Buckin'
Verse 1
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my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
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Buckin' my horse,
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giddy up (throwin' up this dirty old for life, fool)
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Buck in' my horse, giddy up,
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hey yo, hey
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Buckin' my horse,
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giddy up (oh a la rasa)
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up,
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hey yo, hey
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up (playin' old cuts,
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doin' donuts fool)
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up,
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hey yo, hey
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo
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I got more bass than a
Verse 2
little bit
Game don't quit,
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my clique got a gang of them chips
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And it don't stop,
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cause a brother went pop
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And I got a couple knots in my sock
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One dough, one glock
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And I got me a cu tie,
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buckin' this nineteen ninety- two Goolie
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Will I come booty, who me
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I thought you knew me
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You come to the Boulevard newly
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Take a look at this truck,
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got 'em sittin' on stuck
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Drop down to the ground,
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with them big sounds
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Four twelves in the back,
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'til the windshield cracks
Like that, with a fat bass track
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And I love my horse,
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he try to ignore me
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Scratch my back and you'll
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force me to dump
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Dump, dump, dump, put 'em on stunt
And drive my horse into the sun
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Buckin'
Verse 3
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my horse, giddy up,
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hey yo, hey
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Buckin' my horse,
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giddy up (rollin' down the Boulevard)
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
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Buckin' my horse,
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giddy up (on rizza, ta nizzay)
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up,
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hey yo, hey
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Buckin' my horse,
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giddy up (east side, es sa)
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Buck in' my horse, giddy up,
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hey yo, hey
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up,
hey yo (west side, west side)
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Hey, what
Verse 4
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you say fool?
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Nah, let me explain somethin' to you
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This is my vehicle,
you know what I'm sayin'?
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I roll when I want to roll
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When I want cause I got my
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cabbage like that
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You know what I'm sayin'?
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Keep player hatin' and watch the ass drop
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I gotta
Verse 5
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get an Impala, pina colada
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White cause the gold one's nada
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Get the coke white seats,
fill 'em up with heat
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Six three with the bows on feet
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Peanut butter top to match
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the guts
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Droppin' that butt,
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got 'em all sayin' "what!"
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Yellow back with a profile,
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what's up now
Gotta give me ten points on style
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And the paint ain't trippin', drippin'
Look at this dippin',
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never caught slippin' or missin'
And in case you was doubtin' my
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pimpin' (what up fool)
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My kitten, got the pearl white
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scopes to match my paint coat
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Giddy up, here we go
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Back to the Boulevard,
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rush with the horse to the test
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I'ma park this next to the be st
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And flex like I'm poster,
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rollin' this roaster
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Hoein' this holster, closer
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'Cause I'ma boaster,
roaster, red light toaster
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No remorse when I buck
this horse
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(Let's take it from the East to
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the West homes)
Verse 7
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Buck in' my horse, giddy up,
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West side
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Buckin' my horse,
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giddy up, East side
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up,
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West side
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up,
East side
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up,
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West side
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Buckin' my horse,
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giddy up, East side
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up,
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West side
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up, East side
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Buckin' this horse
Verse 8
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like a baller,
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black top slaughter
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Makin' these eighteen's holler
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In a brand new horsie,
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call it my Porschey
Lookin' hella fly and bossy
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Sittin' at a red light waitin',
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Porsche's shakin'
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Talkin' more mess than Payton
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And I got it in first,
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gettin' ready for the worst
One point two turbo burst
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Let it ride like a black tech
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Bettin' I'm get tin' my sex
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while I'm passin' up bets
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Grab my horse by the reins and tame it
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Watch where I aim it, so I don't flame it
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I can't explain the insane left lane
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Swing to the right, it's pain
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Pass these busters, lookin' like lusters
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Sittin' three deep in a dark blue Duster
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Now I'm sit tin' on
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cruise tryna get my food
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Eggs and number one oh two
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and then popo spots me
The guys still watch me,
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big man needs teriyaki
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I ain't trippin' on vandals
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'Cause my white Gambala has
no door handles
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Gotta get met with force
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If you touch my horse
Verse 9
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up,
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hey yo, hey
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Buckin' my horse,
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giddy up (yeah)
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up,
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hey yo, hey
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up,
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hey yo, hey
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Buckin' my horse, giddy up, hey yo
Outro 1
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