Culo, culo
It not the way you smell
Its your culo
It not the calvin coolers
But your culo
Id be better off with dreams
But thats not what I need
Its your culo, the way you move it
If I have my chance
In my strobe lite room
Youll be buggin off me
Pile driving you with Mr. R.D.
This is something I see

I cant help myself
My friends say that it must be felt
Its true
I do believe that I can get that culo anytime

Shes not really hype...
But shes got culo
Yo, she aint your type...
But shes got culo
What a brudmare...
But shes got culo
Go head, bust it...
In her culo

Culo, culooooo