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