Culo, culo
Itґ not the way you smell
Itґs your culo
Itґ not the calvin coolers
But your culo
Iґd be better off with dreams
But thatґs not what I need
Itґs your culo, the way you move it
If I have my chance
In my strobe lite room
Youґll be bugginґ off me
Pile driving you with Mr. R.D.
This is something I see

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

Sheґs not really hype...
But sheґs got culo
Yo, she ainґt your type...
But sheґs got culo
What a brudmare...
But sheґs got culo
Go head, bust it...
In her culo

Culo, culooooo