Culo, culo It´ not the way you smell It´s your culo It´ not the calvin coolers But your culo I´d be better off with dreams But that´s not what I need It´s your culo, the way you move it If I have my chance In my strobe lite room You´ll be buggin´ off me Pile driving you with Mr. R.D. This is something I see I can´t help myself My friends say that it must be felt It´s true I do believe that I can get that culo anytime She´s not really hype... But she´s got culo Yo, she ain´t your type... But she´s got culo What a brudmare... But she´s got culo Go head, bust it... In her culo Culo, culooooo