Vanilla Ice — Ride the Horse

[Intro: Forgiato Blow] Woo [Chorus: Forgiato Blow] Country girls, yeah, gon' do your days (Hey) Cowboys, yeah, gon' do your days (Hey) City slicker, yeah, gon' do your days (Hey) Everybody in the party do your days (Hey) Put your left foot and pull it out, won't ya (Hey) Stick your right foot and pull it out, won't ya (Hey) Ride the horse, ride the horse, ride the horse now (Hey) Ride the horse, ride the horse, ride the horse now (Hey) [Verse 1: Vanilla Ice] Ride the horse, ride the horse, ride the pony Saddle up, baby, go wild on this donkey That's my girl, she my one, she my only Ride or die, yeah, my female, homie She drives a race car and a big truck Lift kit big, wheels never get stuck Skinny tight jeans and her boots on Sendin' pheromones, my girl horny like a nympho Cinco de Mayo, 1942 Don Julio I go, wherever you go, baby, you know Me an' you, now let's go, come on [Chorus: Forgiato Blow] Country girls, yeah, gon' do your days (Hey) Cowboys, yeah, gon' do your days (Hey) City slicker, yeah, gon' do your days (Hey) Everybody in the party do your days (Hey) Put your left foot and pull it out, won't ya (Hey) Stick your right foot and pull it out, won't ya (Hey) Ride the horse, ride the horse, ride the horse now (Hey) Ride the horse, ride the horse, ride the horse now (Hey) [Verse 2: Forgiato Blow] Urban cowboy sold to the woman in the front row Saddle [?] we on the radio Two-step to a new step, keep it on the line Whiskey drinking with them dixie chicks on the county line Booty shaking southern bells on the hideaway highway Country creek boy sitting sideways Judy trucks got her hips on fire Doing the dance, wearing the tread upon my tires You can find me at the redneck yacht club (Hey) Sugarland moonshine in my red cup (Hey) Daisy dukes should've outlawed denim The way she shakin' on me, you know I'mma have to skin her [Chorus: Forgiato Blow] Country girls, yeah, gon' do your days (Hey) Cowboys, yeah, gon' do your days (Hey) City slicker, yeah, gon' do your days (Hey) Everybody in the party do your days (Hey) Put your left foot and pull it out, won't ya (Hey) Stick your right foot and pull it out, won't ya (Hey) Ride the horse, ride the horse, ride the horse now (Hey) Ride the horse, ride the horse, ride the horse now (Hey) [Verse 3: Cowboy Troy] Bubble butts in the bubble up All the pretty kins with the booty stars Wishing when the be sin Used to be chillin' Cowboy hats got most struttin' 'round like they’re Marshal Dillon It's like a scene from "UrbanCowboy" in the ’80s The crew is too busy staring at the ladies Mumblin' at all the diamonds and denim? Trying the best tryin' to get what's in 'em All the ladies just tryna do the get-up Bassline hits and the whole crowd lit up Tryin' not to spill your white claw [?] [Chorus: Forgiato Blow] Country girls, yeah, gon' do your days (Hey) Cowboys, yeah, gon' do your days (Hey) City slicker, yeah, gon' do your days (Hey) Everybody in the party do your days (Hey) Put your left foot and pull it out, won't ya (Hey) Stick your right foot and pull it out, won't ya (Hey) Ride the horse, ride the horse, ride the horse now (Hey) Ride the horse, ride the horse, ride the horse now (Hey)