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