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