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airline stewardess making announcements] [Bubba Sparxxx] I can't forget the bumps on the road to Heartsville And I'm scared to fly but surely Bubba Sparxxx will Shit and I ain't slept, in a month of Sundays Still I'm wide awake as we coast out on the runway And now the captain says I'm number one for take off But Timmy I'm too weak all this starvin led to weight loss Fear turns to adrenaline as life accelerates I'm headed to my destiny, how long you guess it takes - to get there? The in flight movie today is "Gladiator" But I can't afford the headphones, it's cool, I'll catch it later I'm cramped between two dudes, one from each coast Yet we all agree a safe flight is what we need most Hey stewardess, I can't handle all this turbulence The ride's gettin bumpy and that shit don't help my nervousness Now they fin' to serve the meal, I think I'll go with steak Every fuckin choice is crucial and we all know the breaks, in this game I barely even noticed but we covered every state Plus I'm slowly turnin from feather to heavyweight - it's about time I need to take a piss but I'm still scared to get up Please Lord protect those up in this air with us The captain just started our approach into the sunset I've flown a million miles but the shit still ain't fun yet When this journey is complete, you'll know by my reaction Tears of jubilation as I'm landin back in Athens - thank you Lord |
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[Timbaland] Uhh.. uh-oh, uh-oh Tch-tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka uhh Uh-oh, uh-oh Tchka-tchka uhh Uh-oh, uh-oh Say what, say what? Freaky freaky uhh Tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka Bubba [Bubba Sparxxx] Shit I ain't choose to rhyme; rhymin chose me So I hit the track runnin - like a nosebleed Life ain't great now, but it's much improved Yo' album droppin this summer? That sucks for you Cause this is Bubba's moment - I put my mother on it I said my momma; it seems as if I love her don't it? So buckle up, cause it's gon' get bumpy I call my girlfriends Betty's, and my shits grumpies That Bubba talk - gotcha open wide I giggle outside the booth; but ain't no joke inside This is complicated - at least to y'all it is Just let me sell fifty million, then I'll call it quits But until that day, y'all in deep doo doo I never once saw you crank it cause I just leap through you What you need to do, is just admit you love me The South has always been Dirty but now it's gettin ugly [Chorus] Uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here! Huh, in here! Huh, in here! It's gon' get uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here! Huh, in here! Huh, in here! It's gon' get uglyyyyyyyyyy, uglyyy, uglyyy In here! Huh, in here! It's gon' get uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here! Huh, in here! Huh, in here - uh-ohh! [Bubba Sparxxx] Though I am country, don't get the wrong idea My ego's gettin bigger, with every song I hear Cause y'all been bullshittin, spittin that booty chatter Out here for two days and came with somethin that truly matters On goes the saga - of Bubba's plight She won't see tomorrah, if I don't cut tonight That's just my mood now; I hate it came to this How else can I say it I don't speak no other languages I'm fairly ripped now, so this the jimmy talkin You hear that beat don'tcha? That's just Timmy talkin Go 'head throw dem bows - fuck it, break a bottle Let's be honest none of us will ever date a model So let's just cut it loose, ignore the repercussions If you scared, then just forget what we discussin This that new South - take a picture of me Cause I'm a fuckin legend, and this is gettin ugly [Chorus] [Bubba Sparxxx] Now this thang is jumpin - ain't it somethin? What makes it special, this whole moment came from nothin Now you see it triples; I bet she slurp tonight Lames hide your wallets hatin broads clutch your purses tight If you ain't tryin to live, you with the wrong crowd And if you feelin brave then better sport that thong proud And if you finally breathin, then sing this song loud I'm glad I got you wet I know you had a long drought Don't worry about the law - they can't arrest us all I had to crank couldn'ta done nothin less for y'all Forget your inhibitions; I wanna see you whylin And if Bubba dies tonight - know he was smilin [Chorus] [Timbaland] Ha ha, it's gon' get (uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!) Thck-thck (Huh, in here! Huh, in here!) It's gon' get (uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!) (Huh, in here! Huh, in here!) It's gon' get (uglyyyyyyyyyy) say what? (Uglyyy, uglyyy) Say what? (Uglyyy!) In here! Huh, in here! (It's gon' get uglyyyyyyyyyy - in here!) (Huh, in here! Huh, in here - uh-ohh!) Thcka-thcka-thcka-thcka-thcka check switch uhh {*"Get Ur Freak On" beat*} Switch it one time {*Bubba's "Ugly" beat*} Now switch it back baby {*"Get Ur Freak On" beat*} Switch it one time {*Bubba's "Ugly" beat*} Now switch it back baby "Holla!! Ain't no stoppin me" -) Missy "Copywritten so" (so what?) "don't copy me" {*Bubba's "Ugly" beat*} I want you to.. "Holla!! Ain't no stoppin me" -) Missy "Copywritten so, don't copy me" C'mon Bubba, let's go |
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Bubba Sparxxx] I can't do that Timbaland shit, that that shoop shit.. There goes that damn Bubba just bein his country self Slide inside Timmy's track and ride it 'til nothing's left Bet you then they'll get the picture, a legendary mixture like Jim Beam and Coke, can you cope with that elixir? Drank it, that'll fix ya, why you angry anyway? I'm in the same mud as you, been dirty for plenty days Okay, let's get it on, in any shape form or fashion At the Tunnel in New York, or at the dorms out in Athens Y'all still don't hear me? Am I not speakin clearly? I just throw y'all little lames on any trash heap that's near me Fuck 'em, hot damn 'em, really, to hell with 'em Send 'em to Nelly B(?), and certainly they'll get 'em I really don't have to answer to questions that y'all present me But I know why after this here session, y'all resent me Never the one to fuss, just smile and let 'em walk Okey-dokey, now they knowin how Bubba talk [Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx] Y'all don't know me a'tall I say the same thang but slower than y'all A little Southern charm to top it off Okey-dokey, dis dat Bubba talk Y'all don't know me a'tall I say the same thang but slower than y'all A little Southern charm to top it off Okey-dokey - SPIT BOY! [Bubba Sparxxx] This time it gets ugly, my folks done got to drankin Some rednecks and thugs in the club, now what you thankin? Hopped up and stankin, bankin on Bubba's rise All up on that Betty you got, with rubber thighs Can't help but love them guys, they happy they out the country But the country's still in them, black and nappy, white and grungy Lawd this boy's gone, from dirty to fast speed And if she don't visit, we snatchin that rare squeeze If you mad leave, this is not yo' type of party Some Jim Beam with gin and Henn with white Bacardi Yeah we quite retarded but hell you only live once Still talkin Bubba but I can't complete the sentence [Chorus] [Bubba Sparxxx] I slowly let my anger turn to just concern for y'alls well bein, I'm seein there's much to earn In this money pit of music, this dummy shit's amusin That's what you think it is? Meet me at the bank with this I'll withdraw the same two bills and spend it on port (?) Y'all can't run with me, stay on the porch please There's somethin special, about Bubba's mannerisms That's why they should accept, any helpin hand I give 'em I don't know, is it me, or is this industry foul? They used to be sugar but they shit to me now Get in and get bent, that's enough then cut me off No matter what it cost it's worth it when Bubba talk [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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| 3:57 |
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Bubba] Here it comes again [Timmy] Come on, come on [Bubba] Here it comes again [Timmy] Come on, come on [Bubba Sparxxx] Don't I look extra slick in this Nautica? Just think, it was you that she bought it for Now you lookin through receipts tryin to audit her? Man that shit ain't really happen, I thought it up, call her up Cuss that little groupie out anyhow (uhh) I coulda done it shit I'm fuckin with Timmy now (uhh) If I had her it just woulda been in and out (uhh) Back in that Escalade, we spinnin out, women shout Bubba brought some shit and we noticed it Got them hoes stuck listenin motionless Please don't think of me as a chauvinist But I am on fire and I'm knowin this, blowin this whole landscape to fragments And yeah you heard right I'm in Athens Can't hardly keep up with these fashions That's why forever Ralph Lauren's my passion, ask him [Chorus 2X: Bubba] + (Timmy) Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute) I betcha everything'll turn out lovely (lovely) Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute) I'ma be a-ight just trust me (trust me) [Bubba Sparxxx] Fuck weak cash, I get mine on the slow roll Beat Club eleven thou' is the logo I ain't too far removed from the hobos Tryin to help 'em so I gotta get more dough, oh no! Bubba K done got in the zone boy That's Timmy's Bentley dawg get your own toy And as far as ladies go J lockin that Now that that's clear, where the vodka at? Bring it back I'll be takin drunkard to Stonewall Tell Jed hold my phone calls He say he wanna run but he gon' crawl You heard "Get Right" I done told y'all, don't stall Let's keep this thang movin okay bud? {Man Bubba ain't snappy} Now say what? I can see why they gon' hate us Cause we all up in they grill like breakers [Chorus] [Bubba Sparxxx] Boy you ain't blowin nuttin but hot air All on the charts, how you got there? Then again, ain't no secret it's not fair But Bubba got 'em single the top scared, stop there Met this little Betty through Demon Jones And she love to slurp it up 'til the semen's gone She must like the taste, she won't leave me 'lone That might sound sick but to each your own, freak it on All types of kinky lil' fetishes All stimulants and all sedatives Got interracial sense but I'm devilish And Betty when I aim I never miss, tell 'em this Bubba don't run with no lame ducks Think he got a big dick but he can't fuck That's why when you call us you hang up And I just shot a load on that same slut [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Timbaland] Gimme a minute.. gimme a minute.. gimme a minute.. trust me Gimme a minute.. gimme a minute.. lovely Gimme a minute.. gimme a minute.. I'm in this ugly |
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Uh-uh.. wassup ladies? Bubba can't forget about y'all.. [Intro] Hey Betty Betty, hush your mouth, let me tell you something Hey Betty Betty, this Bubba K, the one your boyfriend bumpin' He Betty Betty, understand, see I ain't got no patience Hey Betty Betty, get in the truck, lets crank up these relations I left yesterday, and I headed straight, up 78, to the A-T-L These record sales done paid me well, so I'm smoking good, cant you smell? Life is hell, till you drop a gem, now Bubba got hoes, jocking him Not cuz he cute, cuz he got that loot, wear polo suits, and that's hot to them I see your ass, over at the bar, try your best to fill up that bra A double-D, sippin' bubbl-y and you'd give your life just to fuck with me Reluctantly I walk on by, I'm not gon' lie, that Betty fine But I got to drank, cant even thank, unless I'm tanked, I'm already high So let it fly, miss Kimberly, I can see right now you into me Im'a holla at you bout 10 till 3, tryin' to switch from Beam to Hennessey But you know I cant, so give me Jimmy And sit right down till the bottles empty Then we cut, but now shut up, old stupid slut, I stated simply 4 AM, we back in Athens, rollin' balls, and the bitch is laughin' Chalk the first one, up to rappin' I waited years, but tonight it happen [CHORUS] Hey Betty Betty, hush your mouth, let me tell you something Hey Betty Betty, this Bubba K, the one your boyfriend bumpin Hey Betty Betty, understand, see I ain't got no patience Hey Betty Betty, get in the truck, lets crank up these relations Hey Betty Betty, I'm tryin' to see if you adventurous Hey Betty Betty, I only mess with 9's and 10's and up Hey Betty Betty, you got some things, I'd love to photograph Hey Betty Betty, you heard a while, but you don't know the half I missed you Betty, since I last, saw your ass at the Polo Club What's the matter, cant show no love? I guess you here bout them photos of, you and me on the internet Get over there, we ain't finished yet I got a new, cam-er-a, miss Pam-el-a, and I'm fin to let Bobby introduce you to the helicopter, and when he through I bet its clear, why crackers here, ain't trying to hear, another word from you I'm certain to, attract a virus, cuz using rubbers, don't excite us If you ain't cutting, don't invite us, and I wont return, if you stole the nighters Don't deny us, we them boys, talkin' bout you sing with a pretty voice Just to fuck, and now your buck, all in my face, you made a shitty choice I get it moist every time I touch it, freaky deaky all out in public And guess where Mr. Sparxxx erupted? In her grill, but still, she loved it [CHORUS] Now you might see me, ridin' 'Lac, with Rodney Black, on a coochie chase Or you might catch me with chunky Shan, at some slightly tan, white groupie's place Then booty shake, Betty's got, a special spot in Bubbas heart Puttin' cheese to her college degree, but a lot of fleas shake it up for free If it was up to me, you'd be with me, sippin' Beam, ridin' in between Lagrange and Athens, if you love me, engrave my name on your nipple ring I'm spiffy clean, when it comes to females, sex with me only ups your resale Blazin' quarters, up to ounces, keep the dimes, they done nixed the Sprewell How that weed smell? Oh I know it, that's how these Georgia crackers grow it You getting high to every time you blow it, if you feelin' freaky, why won't you show it? I don't mind, Shan don't mind, Jed don't mind, WE don't mind But if u scared, get on from here, cuz frankly dear, we don't need your kind [CHORUS |
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[Hook - Sleepy Brown (Bubba)] A fifth of Beam when you celebrate (That's white thangs) I'll be fine, didn't hesitate (That's white thangs) Sippin Henn, swervin wood grain (That's black thangs) But to me, it's just all the same (It's all the same) [Bubba Sparxxx] Damn, what a difference a year and a hundred and 12 days makes Came the longest country mile, thanks to nothin they gave me I made breaks Basically baby, I've been great, this ain't no recent development But now it's official I'm the doo-doo, and you ain't gon' keep 'em from smellin it Do you have a speaking impediment bitch, or are you just at a loss for words Oh-no actually I'm monogonous, all that talk was false you heard So don't stall betty just slurp, of course I'ma tell you when Oops my bad that's my mistake, I was just gonna tell you then I just bought me 5 new Polos, cuz see I'm partial to that logo That horse is just so Bubba, that means rural like you don't know Regardless though I'm gon' glow, even in my birthday suit And when it comes to that soft, yes sir'ee I circle that too So when you feel it poundin in yo' chest and it causes a slight pain Just shake it off and smile I got'cha, doin the white thangs ok [Hook - 2x] [Backbone] I'm outdoors early mo'nin sellin this country crock Let's get this understood, gotta get me off the top I got them break down dimes and bomb with twenty-fives on the block Of that 'naw that hawd, talkin 'bout that glass that straight drop Bartender, send me Remi, Henny or straight shot Then see me flee, high speed from eight cops Leave 'em floored, showin how I'm opposed, y'all can't stop Jumped the fence, went down the path, came out by Ms. Dot 'partment Ay, ay Bubba Sparxx shoot we down to the spot Them young G's up on that corner, done made the porch hot Them folk say they sweepin, seekin 'He who hold stock' Ay, run tell shawty, cut off, close shop I told them boys down there, homes in the van was a NARC Tell 'em "Naw we don't sell that shit round here doc" They bout four cars deep, sittin in the Croger parkin lot But we know when they comin, cuz money bark a lot [Hook] [Bubba Sparxxx] I'm seein more clearly now, how subtle the difference between us might be Mr. Fat Face got that big weight but still that seem just like me I'm doin my thing dispite these, little lifestyle expectations Y'all chose to set for me, shit I'm headed to where my next check waitin [Backbone] Look here, beat me I'm old school like LL J beatin off in your Regal With six eights cross the deck, hittin, sittin on fifteen inch eagles And Vogues, case closed, order one mo' get drunk, throw bo's We in here puttin on, all night y'all 'til the place close [Hook - 2x] [music plays] [Hook - 2x |
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Get your ass up.. get your ass up.. get your ass up.. I hear your car keys jinglin, go 'head and crank it up Spent a thousand on the liquor but tonight it ain't enough Cause this town is full of drankers and they all hang with us Grabbed Betty by the arm, told her man, "Stay in touch" We takin this one all the way from Athens to Virginia Hit Timmy for a hundred - that's the last one I'ma lend ya Ol' girl wanna kick it but she not on my agenda Did I ever love her? Well, not that I remember Twerk that, work that, Betty where your purse at? Snatch daddy's credit cards, here take his shirt back Where the hell my car at, does anybody know? If it ain't back in five, everybody gotta go Ah to hell with it, y'all keep that little Honda I'm waitin on some Beams from this bitch named Yolanda Y'all lookin all tired shit I'm just wakin up By the way when you get up out my bed, make it up [Chorus: repeat 2X] [T] Boy take that shot [B] I'll take that shot [T] Girl hit tonight [B] I'll hit tonight [T] Boy crank this spot [B] I'll crank this spot [T] Girl get me right [B] I'll get you right [Bubba Sparxxx] Aight, get your ass out my bed I'm through playin You wanna stay the night - what the hell is you sayin? I ain't tryin to come across to you as inconsiderate But momma always said if you don't love it then get rid of it Besides, I got thirty dogs waitin in the yard They gotta eat too girl, don't make it hard I'm kinda difficult to understand at first contact Offered you a beer, don't be expectin much beyond that Aww shit, y'all quit, I'm winnin Drownin in a pool of alcohol and I'm swimmin You wanna play with me but can't last nine innings Since you wanna chase, what you like, lime, lemon? I'll make an open challenge tot his whole industry We can do it with tequila, bourbon gin or Hennessy Have you butt naked pukin in a purple limousine I ain't doin shit but drankin do some rappin in between [Chorus] [Timbaland] We lit tonight (ain't we) She gettin right (ain't she) We ain't gon' stop (is we) Until we all (dizzy) [Bubba Sparxxx] I walked in like a star and I ain't even with Timmy Stop bein hard, baby girl I give plenty I seem like a prick cause I got some shit in me Grab your long johns, boy it's gettin a bit windy You really wanna know the secret to this white pimpin? Though I might love 'em, I don't really like women New the next day and finally the night ended Lookin back on it that shit was quite splendid [Chorus - repeat 2X |
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(Bubba Sparxxx)
Yes sirree (uhh uhh uhh) no he didn't (uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh) Yeah they did (uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh) (Uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh) yeah they did.. (Uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh) .. (Uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh, freaky freaky) Who just stepped off in this game and foresizin them WHITE THANGS and invited y'all to test me wherever they MIGHT HANG? Didn't need no Hannibal to see Betty got NICE BRAIN Now they thankin I'm disturbed, believe me I'm QUITE SANE See we managed to find them flows somehow it's EASY Y'ALL Take the hardest Timmy beat massage it and MAKE IT SOFT Go 'head take it off, I won't tell yo' daddy baby I always had game but I've been extra savvy lately You probably saw me at the corners in that candy Dodge Ram Folks who ain't heard the news say, "Look at Andy, God damn" That must be renowned fam cause I ain't even got a Dodge But still that same raggy, quite import in my garage I swear on every ounce of blood in my mama's veins that I walk these dogs across this country twice to stop the pain So I'm handin Tim the leash and when I do I hope you cry Now tell these sons of bitches get this gate, OPEN WIDE (Chorus 2X: Bubba Sparxxx) Here we come so please somebody tell them to get, OPEN WIDE Got three Bettys and I might go tell them that they OPEN WIDE Got this thang out on the back country rollin is OPEN WIDE It's what? OPEN WIDE! It's what? OPEN WIDE, whoa! (Bubba Sparxxx) Now shit's, sorta changed, since I strolled, in this thang Cause I froze, on your brain, like a nose, full of 'caine Now I, try me a few drugs just to, find me a new buzz But that, time gave me too much, thank God, I finally grew up How could, I bring this so raw? Pack up, sing your shit on law You mad? Well then that's yo' loss; that's why, yo' bitch is on toss Drink up, if you really wanna run, y'all wild like Timmy on the drums They know, not to get me on the rum Four-fifth, that is heavy when I'm done Y'all want me to bust? Y'all sure y'all want me to bust? I'm in the zone to bust - goin adjust to the home of the fuss Am I versatile? Probably the best y'all heard in a while Have mercy child - don't just shake it twerk it with style Don't y'all love when I talk? How I sell it the way it was bought The way I was taught - really I fought this battle for naught And in conclusion - let me say that I'm on yo' side To hell with Bubba - now show your pride and OPEN WIDE (Chorus) (Sebastian) I was sippin pro, Remi slow, did enough to breakin the law Flavors froze, songs I chose 'til I get the crowd involved So I do shows and I lift clothes and point the mic to y'all Which pistol, could get yo', eyes away from the bar? Problem solved, stir and call the food court in the mall And any chick, that I saw, I got her number and all Help me y'all, if her closet is too small for some domino drawers or a piece of her, bra I would reckon that one of her damn digits is off I legitamately call and end up with a pizza that's large So I'm, sick of you broads and you, neighborhood stars Don't care about your cars like Bubba get out the yard Listen, damnit Bubba pay attention to my hoes with extension Got my vogues on suspension, got my pushes in the kitchen Got my streets, on a mission; got my corners with they trickin There's no fam in this business - came in too fast (sorry) (Chorus) |
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(Bubba Sparxxx)
Hahahahahahah! Don't be scared of me Come on over here and let Bubba infect you Uhh, uhh From the slums the East of Athens to the plains in North LaGrange Bubba K can stumble drunk up on any porch I hang Smokin all sources dank - from Jimmy Shwagger to Cambud And I'm chasin Jim Beam, we keep stallin until my time's up Line up lames it's time for your vaccination Be glad you been infected, accept it, congratulations I got platinum asperations but fear's my motivation I'ma wait in my time to shine but daily I grow impatient Strictly for procreation, I need to plant my seeds Since these bitches won't cut I'll rely on my hand to breathe F**kin this Cantonese, Betty named Tamberly and her four older sisters 'til the blisters began to bleed They probably'll banish me for spittin in how I'm live it But I'm still with my tongue out - flickin it like a lizard Bubba like chicken gizzards; fried in Southern pride Man go on and drink dat beer but you know I'ma funnel mine (Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx) Now you could shoot it in yo' veins or shoot it up straight to yo' brain You could smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole Lo and behold boy you should've done injected Cause if you ride with me I'ma get you so infected Now you could hit that Betty raw or bust a load off in her jaw You could place it where she doo doo, or even lick her poo doo See I don't care what you do, just don't leave her neglected Cause if you fall asleep I'ma get her so infected! (Bubba Sparxxx) I just got off the phone with God, he said - I know this might seem odd But Bubba I really need you, these preachers ain't doin they job So travel to Cape Cod, buy a thousand sheets of acid and distribute it witcho' album, no doubt that'll be a classic Dude lockin up every fashion, whether it's dope from weed to coke from heroin to X, so next we needin a boat Off the coast of eastern Georgia for two hundred keys of snort For them heavy reefer chiefers, the five was trees to blow They count on me fo' sho', if you fronted I'm goin the low Man I'm from who did it though, but it's funny, cause no one sold it But now that Bubba hold it I'm certain they gon' disperse it The rural parts the suburbs, I know that may seem absurd But long ago when I heard they meet the urban people They play by ears for years now my folks deserve some equal Affection from this infection that gives our foundation The same blood the same drugs equals a proud nation (Chorus) (Bubba Sparxxx) Shit I probably know what you thankin when yo' legs get wobbly drankin (Bubba K got it hard!) That's when they found yo' body stankin And you won't be body linkin, what you thought I was from N'Sync? I'm a country muh'f**ker who ain't changed my clothes in six weeks Runnin with a thick fleet, of hungry Caucasoids The type when you see us in the club actin up y'all avoid Call your boys I got boys from Westpoint to Nelly B Yeah I run with black folks too and they do carry heat Plus I f**k with smelly freaks and I think they pussy very sweet The fine Betty Betty with double D's and sexy feet On coke or ecstasy, down here we call 'em Beanie Babies She was sensitive to the touch so when we f**k I mean it's gravy but I ain't seen her lately - I been too busy chasin patients We gon' shoot a movie next just so yo' ass can play the hatin If the livest in yo' faction tellin me where the mic's at He won't never rap again and he might not ever get his pride back (Chorus - 2X) (Bubba Sparxxx) Exactly like that Now we all infected.. Now yo' life's the same as mine And my life's the same as yours We all standin in the same, same shit.. I thank God and Khalifani Anybody else got infected, or willin to be infected Nonsense.. Bubba Sparxxx |
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[Timbaland] Uhh! .. Uhh! C'mon, c'mon, ah c'mon, ah c'mon Catch me on a, backroad, or cookin in your momma's house In your daughter's guts, or just spazzin out Me and Bubba know what the hell we talkin 'bout Pickin up Betty's like they was beans and brussel sprouts We got the clout to make you bounce a little We got the clout to make you down this pickle, until you gettin tickled C'mon Bubba let's surround this biddle While you work the back bit Timbaland work the middle Uh-oh, uh-oh! I see ya see ya smile Uh-oh, uh-oh! Down comes your blouse Timb' been around 'em all From white to black, even magnoli-all To hit 'em in project halls In back of the streets maybe right in front of y'all (ha ha ha) Timb' and Bubba is a problem y'all It's like hip-hop, meets effin Tim McGraw We two fools and don't take no mess Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest He's country finest, I'm country best Puttin lights out train, just get in that dress, now c'mon [Chorus 2X: Timbaland] Twerk a little, twerk a little, let me see you drop it Work the middle, work the middle, let me see you pop it Go on! Witcha bad self C'mon! Witcha bad self [Bubba Sparxxx] I brought enough with me to start this bitch a college fund Fitted Boy and Polo, and she ain't even got a son Timmy kind of shy, told me to tell you drop it some Here Betty, take this grand, get your monthly shoppin done You can shake for dem but bet that you don't profit none I got a coochie fart fetish, baby pop me one While you by the bar I grab your boy a shot of rum I'm the shit to the point you gotta stop I got the runs Uh-oh, uh-oh! Why they all on Timmy? Uh-oh, uh-oh! Ten grand is all they give me Still got a grand left, can I let my hand rest right there on your damn chest, fondlin your tan breast I might just snap back and cuss a broad But this bitch is truly blessed so I must applaud In and out of every club in less than a hour Sprinkle on a little Pervis like I'm fresh out the shower Ohhhh! And rest assured Timmy runnin with Bubba We gettin slurped by two sluts right in front of each other And we'll probably do the same thang next Monday evening I gotta ride this Bentley home cause Timmy's out so we leavin, now [Chorus] [female singer] I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye Come up here and rub up on my thigh [Timbaland] I'm comin baby as fast as I can So while you're waitin won'tcha go 'head and talk to my man, uh [female singer] I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye Come up here and rub up on my thigh [Bubba] Thank you Timmy, I don't mind yo' sloppy seconds But when I send her back to you I bet we both infected [female singer] I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye Come up here and rub up on my thigh [Timbaland] Bubba won'tcha just do what I tell ya She got some good snapper (yes she do) damnit didn't I tell ya? [female singer] I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye Come up here and rub up on my thigh .. Won't you put in my mouth, won't you put in my mouth? [Bubba] Now, that's what I'm talkin 'bout! [Chorus - 1.5X |
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Now truthfully, I believe that I'm the tightest nigga musically Usually I wouldn't brag but I've been bustin since my puberty In a Cadillac that ride with five guls and they nudity You can bring yo' best words, I bet I still outrep you brutally Low down dirty and beautiful, who wanna test my verbal side? Boy I'm fly-n-tie(?), especially when I let that herbal fly Southern fried, cool kid, some of that country culture Leave you dead, peep your bread, a value meal for them busters [Bubba Sparxxx] Shit I'm steppin off in the tunnel with a funnel of Keystone Ate a ten-strip of blotter, been wiggin all week long Y'all keep on, with that jibbery jabbery slippin out happily Expose you pretty hoes with a dose of this hospitality Gravity in yo' trunk while yo' producers forgot the bump We introduce you to these high hats like that, yo' spot is krunk This blunt, I put the fire to, I really do admire you But even though Bubba dirty, he certainly fin' to shine too [Chorus: Duddy Ken] I hope you can swim if you wanna battle You're up shit creek without a paddle Whatcha gon' do now, grab my pen and slaughter Bubba Ken and Duddy Ken, take'm to the water I hope you can swim if you wanna battle You're up shit creek without a paddle Y'all ain't ready (y'all ain't ready) Y'all ain't ready - take'm to the water [Bubba Sparxxx] See momma named me lil' devil, that ain't no relation to Satan Ain't got no patience for hatin, I'll be at the station awaitin the arrival of that DJ that don't replay unless we pay I stormed the beach like D-Day, now that bitch play, when we say I'm with D.K., ain't no N.Y., and we been fly, since gin (?) Sips bourbon with a twist, Bubba lurkin in your midst Without my dick perverted this cause y'all was smellin vaginal Been bumped wrong, one too many times for actin rational [Duddy Ken] D.K. I bomb folks, man I throw heat like I was John Smokes But mine from a gun though, change yo' name to John Doe Shit, have your whole family Mourning like Alonzo Then go back to my condo, so I can let my kind grow Is you blind folk? Why you can't see bigger thangs? Don't rup on this stage, cause ain't no bitch-ass nigga mayn And my mob ain't either, don't make me have to play a song with my lil' chrome heater, bet that and (?) punk nigga Now get it get it crunk, like jumpoffs, B.K. they trippin I'm fin' to go on and take one of they lumps off, cause I ain't slippin Just hippin you to this real shit, so get in where you fit Sittin on lean, off that Jim Beam, fin' to throw a fit From A.T.H. to Atlanta, Louisiana, Savannah Sippin gin and Tropicana while Georgia play Alabama Might stumble over a freestyle and pick up like a scanner Turn the mics off lost, somebody call the light boss [Chorus] [Bubba Sparxxx] Aww shit Boy I'm out here chasin daddy lucid, shit Satan produced it Switched from duce-duces to substance abuse nuisance Fuckin these loose gooses, raw dick, we all sick I'm goin skinny dippin after y'all hit (aww shit) That country fuckin Bubba hit his head and lost his mind Eight grand for a Roley? That only just bought you time I'm in line waitin to grind, it's too cloudy for me to shine I'ma keep this bitch krunk, get rowdy, while you recline And in time, I'ma jump this fuckin ship, and run and get my crown in every town, I lay it down, when I spit This shit, is so much more than white folks and white thangs or black folks and black thangs, just bounce if the track bangs You lack game, Bubba got that shit goin two for fifty Communicatin cool with them country folk, strictly Just hit me, on the beep, whenever, cause I don't sleep Two thousand, every week, take a peep, before you leap [Chorus - repeat 2X |
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Intro] Let that water cleanse yo' mind Feel it tricklin down yo' spine It's all about the wills and won'ts, do's and don'ts and the price they'll pay to shine [Bubba Sparxxx] Now I done came a ways up this long road In spite of the lies that y'all told Believe me these folks is all cold From the Polo Club to Paul doe They all know Bubba ya boy who cut her without a rubber But you couldn't look past my skin So me and Ken wrote about the water Now it's true I babble on about blotter and tales of beanstalks But peep it it ain't no secret I'm reachin beyond that cheap talk Cause we fought battles and this water make yo' trunk rattle So if it's beef you searchin fo' I run with poachers who hunt cattle And it don't matter, if you crunk in the club, or drunk in the pub Bring that notion to my ocean boy you sunk in a sub I'm crumblin buds of homegrown, ponderin shit that's gone wrong But fuck it it ain't productive to dwell on somethin that's lone gone My dome's blown, from twenty plus years of experimentin with whatever drug you pedalin, from acid coke to heroin But lately I've been settlin for liquor and herbal treats I want the money, the hoes, and the house on Myrtle Beach [Chorus] Let that water cleanse yo' mind Feel it tricklin down yo' spine It's all about the wills and won'ts, do's and don'ts and the price they'll pay to shine Let that water cleanse yo' mind I pray it opens up your eyes Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all So we live for the present time [Bubba Sparxxx] Next time you in the A-T-L get on 85 South and travel sixty miles to Legrange, but watch yo' chrome off on that gravel Then mount your horse and saddle cause you in the country now The birthplace of Bubba 'kay now leave before the sun is down It's funny how you look at us as nothin more than crumbs of dust that's scattered on your wall when just like y'all in guns we trust Run with us for bout a week, let us teach you how to speak with this jazzy rural grammar to get them hoes up out they seat Bouncin beats all down the street out them Buicks on chrome'n'blades And even though it's Christmas day we still eatin on foamy plates Ain't nuttin, we gon' be straight whether you accept us or decline us I ain't Baby, Shan ain't Mannie - but I still feel we +Big Tymers+ Them classics all designers, unforgiven and livin like today is forever cause tomorrow is for the vision Based on optimism and honestly I can't see it I'ma crank it up tonight if tomorrow comes so be it [Chorus] [Bubba Sparxxx] Man I'm feelin day to day, on dope quotes Ridin a boat that hope floats With an entourage of po' folks who smoke dope but don't cope I swear to y'all I won't croak, before this dream is realized No confederates in this settlement but trust me the South will rise It ain't even about the rap shit, we already mastered that shit All the water in this well's for country folks who never had shit Did you know they closin down the only factory in this town? But still you got the nerve to say it's plenty work to go around I asked the Lord to hold me down 'til I find me some distribution He kept me up for seven nights then finally hit me with this solution As a result of this pollution it seems my water is now valued at twenty dollars a jug, so yessir, we puttin it out soon But in the form of loud tunes to soothe your troubled heart What many call salvation is really just Bubba Sparxxx So when I'm easin up them charts, say thank you cause this for y'all Pay the price, live your life, and that money, get it all [Chorus] If you need to bathe, then bathe And if you want to drink, come on and drink from this well [Chorus] .. Bubba Sparxxx, huh, Big Shan, J.J., Southwestern Clay .. Collabo, two geezy, huh, y'all hurtin for this .. Huh, you need it, Bubba |
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(Bubba Sparxxx)
Uh-huh, uh-huh That fish, that money, Bubba Sparxxx.. Uhh Now allow me to present the very first resident of this millenium mindframe, no angel but heaven-sent So make a print on this landscape and when it's little as a handshake I convince you to think of Bubba as yo' brother the color of mayonnaise We lockin up these airwaves from LaGrange to that staircase and your projects up in Queens with no budgets nothin but dreams I consume me a couple of Beams now I'm feelin like life is wonderful Got me seein past the lies that otherwise make me uncomfortable I'm peepin out this jungle full of snakes, tigers and elephants All huntin the same prey but the chase got them all negligent And Betty looks so elegent but our motive's dirty like sediments It takes more to make Bubba sway to slick talk at handsome measurements F**k it I'm turnin celibate - nah, I'm only playin If yo' lady listenin now, takin her on home but she stayin I bet y'all think he playin when he tellin y'all he the first whutchacallit, alcoholic, with that 32-gallon thrist (Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx) Who was the first whutchacallit? Actin foolish at yo' function The first whutchacallit - tryin out yo' daughter's suction The first whutchacallit - lookin clean and still stankin The first whutchacallit - in your head has gotcha thinkin I'm the first whutchacallit - spinnin frequent in yo' city The first whutchacallit - every weekend gettin shitty The first whutchacallit - ridin chrome just because I'm the first whutchacallit - with some nuts all in my drawers (Bubba Sparxxx) You probably saw me out in Kaia lit pushin up on Mya When the vibe ask her why I bet she say that I'm a liar But I feel like I'm that fire and these bitches share that sentiment My project's in the woods scarin like the Blair Witch with Flippin it, from one roll to another head then cut her in the back, another knack, now picture that with out a rubber Out the cutter twistin green, listenin to what you seen That slick shit you spit get nada, not a f**kin thing F**kin Queens small time but mostly it's just bear holes and assholes with Aloe but I guess you know how that goes I'm shallow for now, but wait a second, it gets deeper I'm through cryin over her cause after this shit I want neither I'm off the meter totin heaters cause you showed me that's the sensity A country Caucasoid talkin noise cause it's my destiny What you thought it was ain't nothin like what it is From the swats up to your neck, got every cent bumpin in (Chorus) (Bubba Sparxxx) Hey man forgive me if the thought of Bubba woke you from yo' sleep But next time, get that phlegm up out your throat before you speak Why won't you just compete instead of mumblin petty shit? Or let me visit witcho' gul to see how wet that Betty get Very sick how I spit, next let's hit the next millenium I'm f**kin with the best, then I kill the rest, I pity 'em Oh Bubba K's the silly one - hmm, that Sparxxx my interest We lose so many units that the f**kin charts exempt us For me to guard is endless, got me tryna get some ice So I can see the pray to Christ, cause right now I'm hatin life I won't never take advice so let me be to find myself And even though I can't see I beg you Lord for helpin well And whoever else that felt my plight, I hope you take flight The flaws, snappin jaws, no applause, exit stage right From daylight to the day gone if you ain't wrong stay strong And show these f**kin faggots seven figures they can hate on (Chorus) Whutchacallit, get yo' ass up, get yo' ass up, get yo' ass up Get yo' ass up, get yo' ass up, get yo' ass up boy, get yo' ass up (Chorus) .. Like that, 9-6, (?) .. Bubba K, Khalifani on the beat .. Rip the face off of this bitch .. G.A. mob up in this bitch, like that .. Baby give me love |
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Its Bubba Sparxx in the streets (2x) I just hitch hiked my way from Athens to Cascade Paid homage for three days been written the past eight I feel I'm the last great warrior of written lyric You can move to Polo Club bitch you still ain't gettin near it If its Bubba spittin fear it, this that shit legends made of It'll take more than a flag for them folks to segregate us Hook it, let it cake up prepare it for whole sale This my mother fuckin heart I dont care if it dont sell I dare you to go tell, your people that Bubbas bogus Im sorry, did my antics interrupt your fucking focus? Dammit I guess its hopless, y'all just wont listen When I'm rhymin to provide you with diamond that dont glisten I had to be the one, this shit was my birth right You content with moving units, I'm faced with a worse plight To give you a verse like, that first hit of extascy Yeah you special in your click but you ain't shit up next to me And if you get the best of me, nah, that shit ain't feasable Cuz trying to get a hold of Bubba is like chasing a greasy bull Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (The coolest white boy I know) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (C'mon know y'all dont really want it) Shit these boys dont really want it, the just mumblin to be heard Damn y'all wasnt lying, sleepy crumblin in some sweet herb Im humble till my speech slurs, then its off the bleachears In the closet with your wife enticing her to floss her features This one 'ot to teach you, it aint fun to play with Bubba Took a rich prissy bitch and played her this and made her gutta' But she made me late for suppa', and I dont eat but once a day Im tryin to watch my weight cuz my street days a month away And I want these sluts to love me, but if they dont then fuck 'em Cuz tomorrow if they swallow, if they wont the I duck 'em I bet y'all never seen one of me look so clean Kept it right here in the South and did it with a good ol' team So hate it if you must, but I made it and you can trust That every vowel out my bowel, is sacred it just to us They played it and made a fuss, cuz the truth is a frighten topic Ricky pull the plug, shit, thats all that might could stop it Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (The coolest white boy I know) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (C'mon now y'all dont really want it) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (The coolest white boy I know) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (They just mumblin to be heard) Im through noddin my head to shit, thats anythin but monumental Cant just settle for La Grange, therefore my slang is continental From my road to your trap, my code is no dap If your head is like a keg, chillin ice cold with no tap Five shows with no nap, I'll sleep when I in the dirt Ain't tryin to party with you industry faggots I come to work Emergin from the hurt, that life was and still will be Took a shower at the dungeon, dried off and was still filthy These bitches will feel me, I promise just bein honest Its like its '93 again, got that heat for them premadonnas Wide eyed in the booth, this goes beyond politics In other words keep that pussy, I already got a bitch And I'm pledgin not switch from authentic to counterfeit Cuz when it comes to that raw, y'all hit it I found the shit And I wont speak in the dungeon, till its hardway on the wall In the name of Bubba Sparxx, shit ain't even fair for y'all Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (The coolest white boy I know) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (C'mon now y'all dont really want it) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (The coolest white boy I know) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (They just mumblin to be heard) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (The coolest white boy I know) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (C'mon now y'all dont really want it) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (The coolest white boy I know) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (They just mumblin to be heard) The coolest white boy I know They just mumblin to be heard |
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C.I.] Yeah, ha (B.K.) C.I. (okay?) Yo You ever rolled up in a convenience store with a forty-four and told the cashier to drop to the floor? But you didn't take anything but a bag of chips a half gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of grits? [Bubba] Nah but I might walk up in Kroger, head straight for the DVD's Stuff 'bout four of 'em in my cargo, smile and flee with ease Then hit up the Super Target, exchange 'em for store credit That's sixty dollars worth of grub, some squares and a case of Bud [C.I.] Yo.. yo you ever invested your money in some internet stock? Seen how your cheese multiply quicker than sellin rocks? [Bubba] I invest in pharmaceuticals like Xanax and Loritabs Take 'em all with alcohol, then hunt for some more to grab [C.I.] Yo.. you ever had a chick with no brains, but liked to give 'em that had the nerve to ask you to scream her name while you hit it? [Bubba] Haha.. nah but I know this Betty who licks ass for her enjoyment She also takes golden showers and drinks the piss from out my toilet And when it's time for the deployment of doo-doo from out my anus She likes to catch it in her hands and lick the excess from her fingers [C.I.] Yo, you ever tried to purchase a car with a personal check? Have your lady call you a dog, and send you to the vet? Ever been in trouble with the cops, for more than three times from tryin to sell digital video cameras to the blind? [Bubba] Mannnn fuck purchasin a car, I live on "New Jersey Drive" Athens Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that ain't no lie And my girl don't even speak cause I get violent when I drink But it's perfect cause she don't talk, I need some silence when I think about the thirty-three times the law tangled me up With chunky tray, legs up, stuck, thinkin we fuck Well screw 'em they ain't enough to stop these Sparxxx from flyin If Bubba ain't the truth that just mean that my heart is lyin [Chorus: repeat 2X] No matter what you ask me, I'm givin you Bubba Kay Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say Nuttin more nuttin less, I'ma get it off my chest C.I., spit what I feel, regardless [Bubba] Would you rather move two thousand units and be critically acclaimed or sell two million out the gate and be labelled lyrically lame? In other words, would you prefer to have dem mics in The Source or a Grammy, some jazzy broads, a little ice and a Porsche? [C.I.] I ain't gon' lie, I'm tryin to sell three million out the gate (okay) And get six mics in The Source off of lyrical force And push a custom made Porsche and a Range with the woodgrain And spit verses sharp enough to cut straight to your brain [Bubba] Well, you ever fucked a chunky broad, weighin three hundred plus up and actually took some pride to the shit, and didn't rush none? [C.I.] Yo.. when it comes to big chicks, C.I. plead the fifth Cause I only weigh a buck-fifty and I don't own a forklift [Bubba] Man have you ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in your throat then took your whole advance to buy more, and woke up broke? [C.I.] Yo.. C.I. don't do drugs, I hang out with corporate thugs that transport microchips and oriental rugs Then sell 'em on the streets for as much as they can The only Coke I mess with comes in sixteen ounce cans [Bubba] But would ever consider dancin with the devil for paper? Fly with me and Fred Durst on an embezzlement caper? Would you bet on the Lakers if Jordan played for the Clippers or leave yo' girl and move to Vegas with a STABLE of strippers? [C.I.] Yo.. I wouldn't dance with the devil, the stocks are too hot And if Jordan played for the Clippers I'd claim Cali like 'Pac And I'm not into embezzlement, I like hostile takeovers Corporate jets, BMW's and Range Rovers cause they're tax writeoffs, they're all business expenses And as far as that stripper, yo I let my man hit her (man c'mon) C to the I, Central Intelligence And if I did touch her believe me you wouldn't find a trace of evidence [Chorus - repeat 2X] [Bubba Sparxxx] Yeah (C.I., and Bubba Sparxx, nonsense) I think in conclusion, it could be said That no matter where the fuck I'm at No matter who the fuck I'm around I'ma do what the fuck +I+ do Ride walk leave it or love it I don't give a fuck Now I fucks with a motherfucker like C.I. 'til we both bleed 'til we can't bleed no more just cause I know he'll do that same type of shit The East, the West, don't forget about the South Don't forget about the motherfuckin South Bubba Kay worldwide, ay Venice to Venezeula, (?) Y'all know what the fuck it is.. (?) bitch |
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| 4:56 |
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[Bubba Sparxxx]
I drop the verses y'all don't deliver Take the chances y'all won't consider Got a loyal broad named Betty who Know what to do with that chrome I give her I'm on the shitter Thinkin bout my bank account and how to make it bigger Then I grab the tool and take your jewels And I'ma watch this blew the same as Jigga's It ain't the liquor I'm really sick, smokin Shwag eatin Crystal chicks On a rollercoaster with Bo and Kosha Can't even fuck witch'all pencil dicks Ain't this some shit? Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess Which one of us gon' snatch your bitch And leave you strokin all by yourself Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S-P-A-R-triple X I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole And put some coal on your nipple and neck Tell your man, if he flex it's gettin drastic, legend has it I know this mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it It's just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veins I'm mixin Beam with Coke and (?), and every time it's still just the same I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's classical so masterful When it comes to this here make the shit clear Heard to y'all comes natural [Chorus] We make these lames wanna fight, make these bitches wanna fuck Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin faces fold Chasin multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin for dough Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes When these broads start some lickin, we just might end up with yours [Kosha] Step in the club it's on Nevertheless gonna find the somebody I could sip on A seat with a view in the V.I.P., and got two tight things to grip on A bag of trees to put my lip on - gotta cut it, roll it, light it, pass And me and Bubba gettin crunk in the club With a tape full of Bud in a champagne glass Puttin it down for the B.C., in the backwoods where we be Better call a producer when you see me And get your ass right back in the GT Y'all lame boys, hangin up lookin just for a name boy Goin upsize with the Gameboy Witcho' mind right go out lookin for a cane boy, it's a shame boy You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy I beat 'em down like chop chop chop Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em alone On my cell phone they callin, talkin 'bout "Kosha baby, call me" Leave your name and your number at the sound of the beep And I'll get back witcha shawty Most hated by baby daddies for breakin up happy homes When the men is on and she don't say no then that mean she wanna bone So partna don't get me wrong, I'm just bein Kosha That Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean Yessuh, me and Bubba get rowdy (rowdy) And me and Bubba get bout it (bout it) We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs ands buts about it The air up here stay cloudy, I originate in shotcallin We stay up in the club y'all look at us And say, "Damn, them boys be ballin" [Chorus] [Bo Hagin] Whassup fuck nigga, man you know who you is (you know) You the ones be payin hoes and buyin them gifts (trick ass) You mad when you find out some other niggaz get it Ain't payin no bills just stayin real and still be hittin it I'm a old school playa I just pay for her dinner Maybe buy a little liquor - I spend some talk in the mirror This the playa from the soul; love to gang up on hoes I'm tryna let this pimp shit go cause I don't even like it no mo' See these niggaz that I hang with they just run through these skanks Talk about 'em over dinner, pass women like dank [Interlude: Bubba] Mmm-hmm, and I'ma put twenty-five On the them ol' fire ass Mercedes Rolls That don't never come 'round no mo' that shit right dere Country-ass Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin around wit G.O. again That put me in this backwoods committee My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin, west central Georgia's finest Man Bo, go on snap again [Bo Hagin] Man, I'm gon' tell it like it is, I'm gon' sit the rear I stand true to high live, this a quest for a mil' It done took a nigga different places, seen plenty of faces Whatever may have been the cases I thank God for his graces See my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin like breakers And every day I play awake a nigga learnin by haters See I take a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we live All women ain't bitches but see most of them is, uhh [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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Okay If you shed blood with me to this point, you deserve an explanation For all the hell you've endured, while helping me reach my destination And this effort to bless the nation I've might had did more harm than good But I've always showed you heart, this is just my but apart from would Man I love the darkest hood But also the brightest suburb To think I would just despise the folks because I'm broke and white it's absurd I'm told be tight you get hurt, but I don't hear my spinal spinning Yeah we found some distribution, but bet the crying is just beginning Cause these bright nights, could lead to dark days and vice versa Even if Greg Street don't play, I guarantee you a nice purchase Frankly, I'm quite certain I'm the livest fucker out there I'm making love to the truth, inside that vocal booth without care I won't even talk about stare From angry illogic rappers Cause every time they get confronted, they'll give you head than dap ya This one don't really need a hook, but Shannon said it'll be a single So I devote this to my life, so much more than a catch of a jiggle [Chorus] Dark days, bright nights For that outside in the night, you know what Bubba's life is like Bright nights, dark days For them broads that truly love me and hate to see me live this way Dark days, bright nights For when they say you can't live, fuck them, do it just out of spite Bright nights, dark days For every person without a voice that got something they need to say [Bubba Sparxxx] See it's apparent that you know, there's a lot of folks that love Bubba Not cause of any rap I wrote, they see something above gutter Though, my pockets don't reflex that It's my vision, and they respect that Love comes in a form of a various drug, and I can't neglect that So me and my folks get fucked up like six nights out of seven That's the bright light of our lives Like God's shinning light right out of Heaven But at the conclusion of every session I wish that Dark Day to expose The plight of my situation, no blow, no dough for big shows But still they see we this close from seeing the promise land So that leads to another bright night, when all of us is college grand Being loved by the moms and dads Which some of us wasn't blessed with You think we all born with two lovin' parents and a treasure chest Shit, I was fortunate to be loved, by my paternal units I'm gonna make their son a winner, fuck how bad it'll hurt I'm doing it Even if I was to ruin it Never with me and my heart part ways We developed too strong of a bond, turning bright nights into dark days [Chorus] Yeah it's true, I also do get praise from the other side of the tracks You know, that dark days part of town, when they intentionally hide the blacks Ain't got no reply to that, I said I'm sorry if I'm to blame I tried like hell to sooth your soul by planting the facts inside your brain I never once lied to the game, the acceptance of not one black dude It's just Bubba that country fucker smoking swages and eating snack foods Now every time they ask you, "why you live the way you choose too?" Say cause Bubba set you right, the only one they loved, knew you That leaves you with no excuse to settle with what they offer He try to pay you the slave wagers, play that role, and tell them naw, sir I'll probably won't even falter if you dismiss me as the demon It is true, I am not you, my skin's the tone of piss and seamen But if we fight this evening, I assure you, we'll both bleed red And it'll take your whole slum and all your guns to leave me dead Plus all that blood we shed what do nothin' but server their purpose So let's unite these bright nights and dark days, they'll see you nervous [Chorus (Fades to the end |
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