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Optimisum, about the faith of the people that have accepted of the mission of improbable, to become some particle, perged by the discouage of suffering, anger, hate, religions and war, Its tought to explain, debate, or even explore, but I die straight to the core, And explosion of intrespect so quiet, he can definalty, yet he can breath into the sins lounges into the most rempered thugg, Tis a bull that has been thorugh the mudd with a point of the head of a heavy weight, from the cold detail of the hot reality of the butcher trap. to the grand Negro's flights of fancy from the astract mind of a hip hop super nerd, as long as the truth is heard, The truth must be spoken, my youth has been smokin and drankin, drankin and smokin, a life like that may seem right, but that aint what the seem like, we aint tight unless yall tight, might bless me and all types, the goal is for all growns to be sat upon by ture Kings All pretenders must fall into the phantoms of they own character fall, But as long as we attempt to tell ourselves, WE ARE NOT FREE All in once say it, Bubba K now, Here to doubt, Wheres today? On the Grey Hound, sittin in the back on top close to 8 pounds, Run for a inniocent town that I can shake down, Passed the Mississip, I swim in the great lakes now, Made it this far, but I still cant escape now, Law ran in, Back in the A town, and all im worth is all that aint found, My brother in Denver used to do a lil dirt, Maybe move with him, I can do a lil work, Cant produce a walk, I do a lil smirk Shop at Wal-Mart, I do shoes and a shirt, Tried to call mama, She denied the call, She aint smoke the sh, I provide for yall Try to doze of with PM Tylenol, Jus move a lil piece, cant smile it off, Yall aint free, Not yet free, Not yet free, Not |
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| 2. |
| 3:09 |
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New south, Athems Joy, Mudd Kat'z, The Mathis family, they cant hide that money from us no more Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell these folks who ya son is, And Mama tell Russell load the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint got none Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell these folks who ya son is, And mama tell Russell load the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint got none Any blood sheared causes to deserve it, Its blood well worth it, We fought to preserve it, you caught him in person, You know Bubba siked out, you hate it when they talk, But love it when I shout, Fuck with me, I doubt that you really can WHen I get to doin my HillBilly dance, a step to the left, 2 steps to the right Take a shot of petrone, and get back to the Mic, Yea im rappin tonite, but as soon as the light hit, Im all about the green, The hell with this white shit, that speed yup ya pulse rate, Some Cardiac arrest so sweet with an 'I'll' taste, this what they must face, ima be right here, spittin these flames out, and drinkin Bud Light Beer til the cows home and the dogs quit barkin, Daddy tell em who I am and dont begg no pardons, Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell these folks who ya son is, And Mama tell Russell load the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint got none Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell these folks who ya son is, And mama tell Russell load the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint got none (What?!) They watch me in the country, like the rates on Sunday And I wear the crown for em till you take it from me, I made some money, But blew most up, bought and sold all the sh that you bust up, But I love my life, and aint much i regret, I jus hope I rember, half of what I forget Thro |
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| 3. |
| 3:21 |
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I see you comin round the bend I just cant think of anything that can make me smile like you can I see you comin round the bend I just cant think of anything that can make me smile like you can Theres a portion of the south in the spirit of this song Keep followin the fiddle, itll never steer you wrong Ive lived a lot of life so my innocence is blown Im headin to the grave to replenish it at most Ive been across the globe and Ive seen the worlds charm, I taught em my slang, I didnt mean the world harm It makes the soul smile to see what Ive accomplished I got up out the woods without a map or a compass Life does change, and the sun does set But my last breath aint a one gust yet As long as daddy know that his son does sweat The same as he did for that uncut check Ill sleep fine and a child will come With the same last name as my poppas sons And you can rest assure that my son will know That his Da-da wasnt a one-squeal show One time for the New Souths imminent progression Aint the good lord so generous with blessings Whenever it was needed hed send me some direction Id gaze up at the sky and take a minute for reflection Is it baby balls, or a miniature erection It makes you view change with degenerate dejection Pay no nevermind to what the senators confession He dont really mean it, he just winning his election Nothing they can do to have prevented this obsession With the vaccination of innocence infection My heart is behind it if I hint it or suggest it I finish with aggression but meant it with affection To the common man at the end of his oppression Welcome into church only meant for collection And the common woman, genders no exception Please keep providing |
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| 4. |
| 3:50 |
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(Good Lord, May God have mercy on my soul) I love her, but you never would know That by the way I just let my girl go With tears in her eyes from years of the lyin She backed on up and disappeared down the drive- Way, hey, what can I say, all we have is nothing today I did my thing, and she did hers, But my crimes a wee bit worse And now Im sitting her all alone with my guilt Just me and the dogs and home that we built It was then it was hers, even though Bubba bought it But Bubba wouldnt leave just like her mother called it From the P, hold it to the blue flame God, forgive me for causing you pain All it was, aint no more, cause my babys gone And when it rains it pours. She tried to tell me I needed to be strong I wasnt listening, and now my babys gone One for the pleasure, two for the sin Three for the family we coulda been Had I not been so concerned With this life no spoken words Couldnt begin to undue whats done Deep within I know that you must run Far away, from the thought of my smile And the broken dream of us walking that isle I first saw betty in my nanny white's yard... The breast where the best, and the fanny my lord I fly country girl, just working them gifts Shes my queen, was a virgin I guess But I aint never ask, and aint never tell But Betty had the cash every time I went to jail And how did I reward her loyalty Let her walk in and see her cousin Joy on me Its been six months, and still no word I try to carry on like it still dont hurt Hoes come around, but I still wont flirt Drinking worse, and the pills dont work Last I heard she was in Birmingham Living with a good hard working man And look |
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| 5. |
| 5:38 |
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Listen, first, you must travel, a long, desolate road This road that you shall travel, will seem like nowhere. That nowhere, will turn into somewhere Keep your head up Bubba, dont let nobody get you down, Cause that road you travel will turn around Ive accepted every challenge, and risen to all occasions A country boy thats got his shit like Randy Moss and Jason Perhaps some of these numerals dont fit in yalls equation If your opinions coincide with that you oughta save em Lookin for the greatest Southern rapper, fuck it period Negative spirits they only keeping down a myriad Of Satans substances, and my systems still my wisdom It never once compromised that between God and I Never once forgotten my manners Cause my maama played in public housin in Alabama But she had a diffrent plan for me, russ and ginger Thank the lord for Jimmy Mathis, pops he must remember us Are you really down when those other clowns disappear Taught me how to set the scope, shoot and leave with the deer Man made me drink the blood, and showed me life was precious The muddy road from nowhere to somewhere is my direction I know what its like to be nowhere I know what its like I know what its like to be nowhere I know what its like Can you relate the kids, six fish sticks on the plate All writin to Santa Claus, I guess he got the list too late Or to catch the fish you bait the with lil Dylans poo-poo On Mr. Allens property, he catch you, he will shoot you Let these cats amuse you with comical depictions But where Im from being broke is no honorable affliction Love some Jimmy Carter, but we never even voted But slum is still slum, so you best believe we told it Every five armed from AKs t |
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| 6. |
| 4:55 |
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Bubba Sparxxx - talking (I hope we're tapin now) Party people It's the place to be I come to bring to you Bubba Sparxxx and that bitch got somethin to prove And that bitch got somethin to prove What you got to say? What up Timmy Cause I will never turn and run (oh) There's nothin I can't overcome (oh) Let's these cats keep bumpin gums (oh) I'll just grind on and get it done (oh) Cause I will never turn and run (oh) There's nothin I can't overcome (oh) Let's these cats keep bumpin gums (oh) I'll just get it done, just get it on Enough with the yappin, just cut on the damn beat Ain't no glory this week, in what was done last week This shit ain't nothin new, I was put on this earth to fail I see the future now, my vision's just blurred as hell I may never do a third of what I deserve to sell But my story's all fact, not just what I prefer to tell See we circled the wagons, me and Chevon Young Timmy, Sebastian, and plus Petey Pablo So sucker don't ask me, nothin 'bout Beat Club When the talk dies down, the music'll speak up A lot of cats jump ship, you'll never see me run You think we be cooled off, then ya under the heat come I'm nearly focused dog, and that's a point of concern Why you speakin now? I ain't annoyed at your turn It's Bubba K reborn, y'all have been prewarned Every other dog with a plan I'm a sleep on Cause I will never turn and run (run) There's nothin I can't overcome (come) Let's these cats keep bumpin gums (gum) I'll just grind on and get it done (done) Cause I will never turn and run (run) There's not |
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| 5:11 |
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I wanna run, I've been runnin for some time now My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now I wanna run, ohh, I've been runnin for some time now My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now Attitude Wake up and kiss my baby, grab my weed and my gun Load and cock it |
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| 9. |
| 4:01 |
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feat. Duddy Ken) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah To all it was All it is And all it shall be New South Bubba Sparxxx Uh, yeah, yeah motherfuckers I gotta key Bubba answers, a kilo of questions The heart for humility, that ego perplexes Strength, will and honor, a hero's possessions On the road to destiny I need no directions Far to Southerners, the best man the winner And only this morning does the best man remember Fighters seen the weak, more success than inventors And a saint never ever suffers less than a sinner But I'm proud to admit that this shit no longer Phases or amazes me, I only grow stronger At any given moment this world can so long ya Box you up, drop you in the dirt and slow song ya So every blessed minute I'm breathin I'm conceivin, for when I do perish, reasons for your grievin That's not to say I plan on leavin here this evening I'll be in Honolulu with Steven next season Dear God, left, right Life will pass by Breathe in, exhale I scream, you yell New South! (New South!) New South! (New South!) Ew, a ew, (break it down) Ew, a ew (break it down) Duddy Ken And we gonna rush 'em with a blitz on this Go round the world and hit every other upper scale and project brick with it Bubba Sparxxx who meet with the Organized Godly beat Man it's funny how God can be when you work hard to achieve It's still slaw nigga (vocal scratch), spittin that Pac liquor This is straight up pocket party, your summer that not nigga classical rhymes got most cats tryna battle with Ken Bet they won't "go up shit creek without they paddle again" Come down to my town, bet you won't visit Athens again-acap |
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| 5:07 |
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I've been travelin for some time (echo) With my fishin pole and my bottle of shine (echo) On these long dark dusty roads (echo) Lookin there's nowhere to go I guess I gotta hide away, far away Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way I gotta hide away, far away Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way Ay-ay-ay ay-ay-ay aaay I left off of mama's with my thumb in the wind The leaves on the ground, winter's comin again Solid on the surface as I crumble within But legends are made out of honorable men So on the brink of death I still manage livin life Cause so rarely in this world are these chances given twice I indeed sold my soul, without glancing at the price No instructions when I was handed this device But with what I did get, I was more than generous Put others over self on several instances But I'm back on my feet without a hint of bitterness And one way or another I shall have deliverance So I say Can you recall a time people loved you unconditionally? Toast in the new south, this one is for history Then I slipped fell and caused the number's injury Called the same people and it's yo you just missed them B This the formula, dammit Bubba you had it Why'd you have to keep it Polo and New Balance? Then they start to question whether you a true talent Or just a redneck substance abuse addict So then you hide away just to try to find your way And now they back to callin you 200 times a day I want all y'all to know, good or bad I'll remember it And 10 million sold in the name of my deliverance Nothing could atone for |
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| 4:25 |
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I could go number one ten times Pretty girls that like my rhymes You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny I could go number one ten times Pretty girls that like my rhymes You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny Now I done banged a heap of Betties in various modes of transport 'N told them as they exit be sure that they close the damn door The quiet country types is usually those I'm scared for ?? Some scared at first, but usually those demand more Really ain't conceited, I just call myself the cutterbug A horny little parasite that all the women love to love Tell you what it is today, I ain't concerned with what it was Bubba fixin' to get it done, I put that on my brother ?? Hear them in the closet, in the kitchen, justa whisperin' Bubba so psst psst knowing that I'm listening I ain't gotta chain, boy my peck[?] is all that's glistenin' Whachu steamin' on folk, y'all ain't even disciplined I ain't leaving nothin', this the house me and my people built Huggin' me and dappin' me, buddy I can see your guilt It's cold when you're wrong and you lookin' like you need a quilt Y'all matter less everytime this margarita tilt I could go number one ten times Pretty girls that like my rhymes You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny I could go number one ten times Pretty girls that like my rhymes You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would |
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| 4:23 |
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Oh! (ah, ah, ah, ah) Oh! (ah, ah, ah, ah) Oh! (ah, ah, ah, ah) Oh! here we go All my mamis right (Oh!) (vocal scratches) (Here we go) All my mamis right (Oh!) (vocal scratches) (Here we go) - 2X Hey! (AH) Why you headin my way (AH) What you need to do is (take the load off) (what) (take the load off) (what), (take the load off) (what) (take the load off willy) - Bubba Sparxxx Who else is so rural, but still make you feel urban Walk up in spine, ask if they chill Bourbon Jim Beam, Jack D, Evan Williams, that's me Tellin Ginuwine "I love Hank sing in that key" Now he's lookin at me, like Bub you alright Yeah I party dog, but not with them drugs that y'all like Now where Prada, Hampton and that little fuss is all hype I want what you want, and that's the busted bra type Where I come from, white boys ain't lame dog Honky and all that, the real ones ain't called Don't pull no bullshit unless you playin paintball You a fuckin felon, yeah but I'm gonna wipe the stank off CWB, read nothin to flee Go on take a load off, I'll clean up the debris CWB, read nothin to flee Go on take a load off, I'll clean up the debris - Bubba Sparxxx Slowly, homie just get to know me If we ain't compatible then disown me But don't tell me your men are for me If we ain't click keep some distance on me On and on, Bubba K no matter what I say These country folks wouldn't have it, no other way Cause I yell, but they ain't got nothin else to say And I got a heat warm and tugged away Plus the beep, beep, Timmy keep heat Him and Rick each, ain't no weak links Guess I'm |
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| 13. |
| 5:21 |
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All the way from Athens, the A-T-L shawty Bubba Sparxxx Uhh, Sleepy Brown Uhh, Bubba Sparxxx We gon' keep doin it baby Whether you like it or not.. uhh Sleepy Brown (Bubba) Ain't a damn thang pretty From dirt roads to the city, uhh (You might catch me drunk in the pub) (Or either crunk in the club) WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT Don't matter where I hang People love my twang, uhh (Call us country or Southerners mayn) (We gon' keep doin our thang) WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT Sleepy Brown Rollin up So Fresh, So Clean Wood grain, big screen TV's Uhh, I got the bump-bump in my trunk now Uhh, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to funk Now all the ladies seem to like my style Guess I'll be here for a while, mmm To see who wants to come and be with me I'll take you back to the flat so I can show you where it's at, c'mon Ohh, wee - look at me Movin 'cross the floor so easily Oh, my, can't deny This funk starts high in the sky I'm 'bout to get my groove on Uhh, I'm 'bout to bust a move on 'em Uhh, there's no-thing you can do for 'em Uhh, cause I'm checkin the spot if you really like it or not Bubba Sparxxx I know you hate it, I'ma say it to you anyway I'm 'bout to throw them 24's on that Escalade Still I got the Mickey T's on the Chevrolet Z-7-1, the mere sight'll take your breath away It's today but I'm still on it like it's yesterday Throw me the ball, this the game that I was bred to play And pass the cooler with this stewardess named Desire You ain't no concern, I'ma wait and see w |
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| 3:50 |
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- Male voice (background singer) My tone (Tell me do you love it) My southern slang (Tell me do you love it) I'm sorry girl (Tell me do you love it), OW! (Tell me do you love it) Gettin jazzy (Tell me do you love it) I'm so jazzy baby (Tell me do you love it) Gettin jazzy (Tell me do you love it) OW! (Tell me do you love it), c'mon Yeah, I'll be damned if I ain't the slick son gun y'all seen Walkin like a swallowed up the pharmacy at Walgreens Never did I love her, sorry baby it was all clean Who you think you dealin with?, this Jimmy Mathis' offspring Forty I was deep on the eighty I was there knock it out put on my boots and get the hell up out of there You know a rapper's rule, in and out before the snare And as far as parting shots, wash that shit up out your hair (OH) Stob block, Cobb block, Dodge Ram, got Knox six twelves, four amps, three sluts, what's hot I told ya once hot shot, you done braggin too hot Reach inside that tool box, there is when the feud stops Papa was a Rolling Stone, but I'm a ballin boulder And I ain't gotta flex the chain, or hit the mall to show ya I just hibernate a while and call ya when it's over Don't know where I'm headed but it's pretty far from sober Yeah I fucked up in life, but wouldn't start it over Cause momma said that God said he got a party for ya And I'm a give ya lord, every beat a heart I owe ya It sounds a bit cliche but Bubba Sparxxx a soldier (OW) What you know about balin hay in that South Georgia heat Very few roads are paved, still I do it for the streets There's a heap a shit to lose, but there's even more |
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| 4:13 |
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1,2 1,2,3, let's go Back in the mud I've been in I confess, I'm so happy here There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away He's just that country boy, city slick, pit bull temperament At the Pony, at the Flame, either way it's an event If it's me consider it more than a coincidence Even though they mama like me sucka's keep they distances Barber K, hey, what's that, they say Hip hop redneck that's a safe place Say what makes you comfortable Wit me cuz I like it here How about a road-dwellin' urban music pioneer Turn it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you can't Took too much to make it float, never will I let it sink So when we invented it for our youth and generous Hopin' that my moment passed, I can see no end of it Twenty-five, livin' like I was born yesterday Lovin' life, eatin' right, earnin' every breath I take Standin' in the mud again cuz it seem to pay me well Playin' wit my not-so-distant cousins from the A-T-L Aaah! Press it up, ship it out, call the Pony, rent it out Everything I am today is really what I been about Athens, Gerogia resident, native of LaGrange though I don't love the peach state, "Buddy, say it ain't so" Now all of a sudden, in fact, it's quite the opposite I'm lovin' y'all from Brunswick up to the metropolis Can't forget about my Betty Betty and DaLonica They put the triple X's at the end of Andy's moniker How could I run from everything that made me Know that all the love I get's appreciated greatly Now I'm on the brink of something truly inconceivable Bubba's international b |
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