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Robert Matthew Van Winkle (born October 31, 1967), best known by his stage name Vanilla Ice, is an American rapper. Born in South Dallas, and raised in Texas and South Florida, Van Winkle released his debut album, Hooked, in 1989 through Ichiban Records, before signing a contract with SBK Records, a record label of the EMI Group which released a reformatted version of the album under the title To the Extreme. Van Winkle's single "Ice Ice Baby" was the first hip hop single to top the Billboard charts. more »

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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)

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

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)

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

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)

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 hit's and the whole crowd lit up
Tryin' not to spill your white claw

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)

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