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from Bubba Sparxxx - The Charm (2006)
(Chorus - Scar)
Ain't life grand You're workin to the bone You're givin it, then it's gone You keep on or you don't Ain't life grand You're workin to the bone You're givin it, then it's gone You keep on or you don't Ain't life grand (Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx) Yeah This is it, put the kids to bed and get your shit A hit's a hit though, but took I ain't forget this shit But when we get a hit, we only slack a little bit But y'all gettin sick of banjos and fiddle shit I hit a lick with it, but now I'm feelin brand new It's time to reinvent again and win again So can you, put on that loop Split the blunt and food And send me on my merry like you did my favorite rap group We outlast and outclass these vagabonds Dungeon Fam, yeah pass me that baton See my medicine, as an adolescent one was Black eyes and Babylon, shit that's what I'm proud I'm from And What I have become is a major fact that one They don't mention much, but trust they know that cracker's on F**kin believable, believe it dude, please don't let me intrude Smoke the blunt and eat your food (Chorus) (Break - Scar) You sit and wonder 'bout it You hope and wish you got it You try your best to hide it You'll have to keep from cryin (Ain't life grand) One day your on a high then Next day you wished you died Folks hate it when you're ballin They'd rather see you gone (Verse 2 - Bubba Sparxxx) This is me man I just bust, I don't adjust much To bust what this month left, I'm huff puff On the hush hush, they'll never touch us Dis-a-gust the national, that's putt putt I'm in the Butt Hut, f**ked up some wet Uncut, untucked, tryin help me one up One OC 8, oh makes me a whole entirely different type of a-hole Gotta proper bank roll, betty drop that thing slow Motherf**kin load the devil thing like it swoll Same way the Range Rove, same way the Chevrolets Same way the Cadillacs, how I do it everyday Bubba K'll never sway, born and bred in GA I love Troy but it never was no play It's like my fourhead stacks off a baby put it They find it stankin in Tennessee, here they wouldn't (find ya, ho) (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx) In conclusion Listen to me when I'm talkin to you young fella It's fittin to start rainin, hope you got an umbrella I'll probably never be a number one seller Might of been beige, but I never was yella And when I saw yella, I don't mean yella As in light skin, I just mean the type when The beef heighten, get to sprintin right then Like a herd of bison, when I start riflin Oh yeah, I will go there Cause I'm from nowhere and I really don't care If a pussy wanna stare, then a pussy gon' wear My hand across the face, when I put it on there I'm a one in a million, Dungeon affiliate I brought you the realest shit and a bunch of you feelin it This gun I will empty it, if the chatter continues You never did like me, but you had to pretend to Cause that just what men do when they hear we blew Thirty million dollars, just as fast as them trees blew Then how he refueled, and with Big rebooed This whole f**kin ship for a like a million and three moons (bitch) (Chorus) (Break) (Outro - Scar) Ain't life grand ... Ain't life grand ... Ain't life grand |
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
[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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from Bubba Sparxxx - The Charm (2006)
Yep, yeah
Yep, yeah Yep, yeah Oh (Verse 1) I'm on, I'm grown, I'm so in my zone You ain't gotta tell me, I know this my home Throw me my phone, let me call up anybody Who don't know about it and tell 'em I am him Pale and not so slim But I shine bright even when it's dark and grim She marched on in but she far from a saint Knowin you's pretendin that you are what you ain't Cause your startin to taint what once was pure Irregardless I must endure Cause what's for sure, is that I am blessed Just give me what I'm owed and I might get rest See slight success, only brings more hunger But don't you mistake lightning for thunder Cause thunder just rumbles, lightning strikes Like men of great faith, then white's hype (Chorus) Why your rims spin, spinnin I ain't slept ten minutes No shut eye 'til this is right, yeah, is finished I came for that big spinach And I can't get it, with image So all I can do is spit vintage Again and again and again (Verse 2) Just draw the play up and run it Vision, something that's great, I've become it I played it and won it and profited it from it A wonderful life and with honor I've done it But you gotta confront it, it's permanent shorty Feel the flames is burnin you softly Yes these lames is certaintly salty That's how I know that the birds is off me All I really ever wanted in my whole life Was to stay the whole night, in the morning no flight To have my own wife, instead of havin to borrow Johnny's in Philly and Chad's in Toronto I ask for a lot though, thus I accept it I'm gonna die lonely, big money's my homey So Betty why don't we proceed to the suite My pet snake skeet, so eager to meet (yeah) (Chorus) (Verse 3) I'm special, especially when these lames is next to me Every check I see, bring the flex outta me Girl I'll pay for your love, and the sex I'll free Okay, don't play, you gon' stay, then stay But if you afraid of livin, then you ain't really wit it Then please be on your way, with no delay They say only the strong survive And it seems that you gotta do wrong to thrive But the truth ain't dead, I'm so alive You don't want me to shine, then close your eyes (Chorus - 2X) |
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Deliverance (2003)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - The New South (2009) | |||||
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - The New South (2009) | |||||
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - The Charm (2006)
(Intro - Bubba Sparxxx)
Haha, yeah It is I (it is I) I don't know 'bout all that other shit, can't call that But beside this motherfucker right here This motherfuckin boo Hey that's me all day, all day, twice on Sunday Hey what I motherfuckin do I rap, I rap Hey, what's happenin God dammit Get these pussies off me, will ya? I love it, haha Yeah, yeah, yeah (Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx) I'm fittin to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge (at the lounge) The money's low, but I dare not scrounge (don't scrounge) Cause I'll be right back (right back) and the money'll follow It's cloudy today, it'll be sunny tomorrow I promise (promise), honest, every week let's do some other shit Liver than that other shit, bitch I'm still the fuckin shit I've got my publishing (check) and my royalities (check) Never lost loyalty, it's Organized Noize and B You bitch, you already know the remainin Let us jealousy, I don't entertain it (nope) I got a cave bitch (white girl), she's a cheerleader (pom pom) I split a 12 with her (Miller Lite), she licked this here penis Snatched her from a ballplayer, that wasn't playin ball He paid for it all, but she wouldn't take it off (ha) So I'ma take it off his hands, I know you heard of that And I'ma murder that furry cat for a fact (Chorus - Bubba Sparxxx) - 2X I'm fittin to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge The Claremont Lounge, the Claremont Lounge And once she get a whiff of this, believe it's goin down it's goin down, right now it's goin down (Verse 2 - Killer Mike) Floss, comin through L or Tampa on vogues (on vogues) In Uncle Mooney's 'lac wit a hoodrat ho (Mooney) She got three kids and about four goals (four goals) She serve her pop ex and fuck other hoes She used to fuck with this nigga named Tone, that was on Even frontin her the zones, 'til he died in born homes (*laughing*) he was killed by a young nigga creepin with the chrome Took the money out the trunk and like sixteen zones But fuck that, let's take it back to the 'lac Me and this batch laidback burnin purp sacks (okay) High as fuck, contemplatin million dollar plans (uh huh) She a million dollar bitch and I'ma million dollar man (million dollar man) Only thing missin is about a million dollars (what?) Sent her ass to the country with the work and a Impala I gave her sixteen ounces and told her hold daddy down And I'll meet you in a week at the Claremont Lounge (yeah) (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Cool Breeze) Hey look, I chillin in the lounge and this girl gonna walk in the bathroom She said damn you look cute, but why you ain't got no tattoos I said I didn't come to look cute, Cool came to cut (cut) And damn you look cute, why you ain't got no butt (butt, ooooo) Hey, walk back to my seat, I guess shorty felt dissed Cause I see this sucker checkin me, while I'm checkin the mix So I walk over to him, bro I don't care who you wit Man you better be like G-Rock and "go and get that bitch" (go and get that bitch) I let Bubba security handle that, step back to the back Man you ought to be ashamed to run your mouth like that This my house, don't tell me how to do my thing I don't like you, you really on my promotional team (ooooo) See you could of got a cameo at the video shoot See I could of got you a bitch at the video shoot But you to busy out here lookin cute tryna take your shirt off If we was in a group, I'd have your microphone turned off (Chorus) |
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Deliverance (2003)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Deliverance (2003)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - The Charm (2006)
Heat it up when this shit drop {*2X*}
Bubba Sparxxx, Collipark (Chorus) Heat it up when this shit drop In them big spots Where the players let them bottles pop See the steam on her back when her hips pop She get it real hot, so heat it up girl Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there {*4X*} (Verse 1) What it is, how are things My phone was on silent for a minute now it rings If you too cool, then I'm too cool Let's not boo-who, let's just do what we do Movin on, new song, new loan Sometimes you can move right and still do wrong Aint nothin' fancy, just line up and run it By the time you've finished talkin' bout it, I'll be done done it Collipark, Bubba Sparxxx Do the Ying-Yang thang or anythang, I'm just a star Ms. New Booty, thank you ma'am Bottom broad brought me back, dawg this money changing hands A lot this way, a little thattaway Earn Sunday through Friday, spend on Saturday Yeah that's the play, get it up and keep it up there Heat it up slow, let him quickly beat it up, Yeah (Chorus) (Verse 2) What it is, tell me the good news I got a tool in my draws that you should use Give that thang a good bruise, beat it on up Girl you've been misused, heat it on up I'm gone show you, what it was made for Actin' like you scared and unprepared, but you ain't though Grab your ankles, yeah that's the angle I'm gone make a stank hoe of daddy's little angel I'm at the condo, with General Patton Losers make excuses, winners make it happen We can pull the rides out, give you somethin to cry about Give you somethin to lie about, inspiration while you pout We can pull the broads out, in a straight line Yours ain't fine fuck it, here, take mines Dude you way behind, get on Bubba K. time I'm lightyears ahead, have a light beer instead, yeah (Chorus) - 2X |
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from Bubba Sparxxx - HEY! / A Lil Gratitude [single] (2005) | |||||
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from Bubba Sparxxx - HEY! / A Lil Gratitude [single] (2005) | |||||
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from Bubba Sparxxx - HEY! / A Lil Gratitude [single] (2005) | |||||
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from Bubba Sparxxx - HEY! / A Lil Gratitude [single] (2005) | |||||
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Deliverance (2003)
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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from Undisputed (언디스퓨티드) by Stanley Clarke [ost] (2002) | |||||
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
[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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
(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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Deliverance (2003)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Deliverance (2003)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Deliverance (2003)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - The New South (2009) | |||||
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Ms. New Booty [single] (2005) | |||||
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Ms. New Booty [single] (2005) | |||||
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Ms. New Booty [single] (2005) | |||||
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Ms. New Booty [single] (2005) | |||||
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Ms. New Booty (Feat. Ying Yang Twins) (2005)
Collipark, Bubba Sparxxx Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhereRockin' everywhere I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he doGet it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tightGet it ripe, get it right, get it tightGet it ripe, get it right, get it tight Girl I don't need you, but chu need me Take it off, let if flop, shake it freely And I don't tell stories, I let em tell theyself And you aint gotta sell sex, girl, it sells itself, Like nothing else Yeah I'm a country boy, but that big city bottom fill me up with joy Aint life grand livin up daddy Here go da whisper song, baby this is us ready? Put it on me enthusiastically, what ever it is that chu do, you do it admirably And I aint choose it, that thang chose me Its bubba and ying yang, all the way in this thang YO! Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhereRockin' everywhere I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Quarter to twelve and we just getting in Bubba gonna make ya spark wit da Ying Yang Twins Sippin on patron, blong blong blong Shawdy in a thong, whom whom whom Ass get da jiggling, MOTHER FUCKING WIGGLYING Get that thang shakin, like she frost bit shivering Ass be delivering, all type of flashes, cashes Got these hoes shaking that molasses SHHHHHH Let me whisper in your ear Get your self together go and buy some new gear Something with your hair den Hit da club, shake ya ass and da brothuhz gonna sho some love Do that move ya did just a minute ago I guarantee you'll make all da dough So gon do ya thing baby, work what chu got, to get what chu want Make that money, don't let it make u Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhereRockin' everywhere I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tightGet it ripe, get it right, get it tightGet it ripe, get it right, get it tight hi there, how are things? I once was breast man now it seems Ever since I had the pleasure of getting you together, your chest is just whatever I found the buried treasured Yes ma'am, heres the plan Meet me over yonder ok- don't play Ill bring the whip whoop, you bring your cook book And ima fix that stuff up, everything is good good Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhereRockin' everywhere I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do |
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from Bubba Sparxxx - The Charm (2006)
Collipark, Bubba Sparxxx
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Girl I don't need you, but chu need me Take it off, let if flop, shake it freely And I don't tell stories, I let em tell theyself And you aint gotta sell sex, girl, it sells itself, Like nothing else Yeah I'm a country boy, but that big city bottom fill me up with joy Aint life grand livin up daddy Here go da whisper song, baby this is us ready? Put it on me enthusiastically, what ever it is that chu do, you do it admirably And I aint choose it, that thang chose me Its bubba and ying yang, all the way in this thang YO! Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Quarter to twelve and we just getting in Bubba gonna make ya spark wit da Ying Yang Twins Sippin on patron, blong blong blong Shawdy in a thong, whom whom whom Ass get da jiggling, MOTHER FUCKING WIGGLYING Get that thang shakin, like she frost bit shivering Ass be delivering, all type of flashes, cashes Got these hoes shaking that molasses SHHHHHH Let me whisper in your ear Get your self together go and buy some new gear Something with your hair den Hit da club, shake ya ass and da brothuhz gonna sho some love Do that move ya did just a minute ago I guarantee you'll make all da dough So gon do ya thing baby, work what chu got, to get what chu want Make that money, don't let it make u Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight hi there, how are things? I once was breast man now it seems Ever since I had the pleasure of getting you together, your chest is just whatever I found the buried treasured Yes ma'am, heres the plan Meet me over yonder ok- don't play Ill bring the whip whoop, you bring your cook book And ima fix that stuff up, everything is good good Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do |
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from Bubba Sparxxx - The Charm (2006)
Collipark, Bubba Sparxxx
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Girl I don't need you, but chu need me Take it off, let if flop, shake it freely And I don't tell stories, I let em tell theyself And you aint gotta sell sex, girl, it sells itself, Like nothing else Yeah I'm a country boy, but that big city bottom fill me up with joy Aint life grand livin up daddy Here go da whisper song, baby this is us ready? Put it on me enthusiastically, what ever it is that chu do, you do it admirably And I aint choose it, that thang chose me Its bubba and ying yang, all the way in this thang YO! Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Quarter to twelve and we just getting in Bubba gonna make ya spark wit da Ying Yang Twins Sippin on patron, blong blong blong Shawdy in a thong, whom whom whom Ass get da jiggling, MOTHER FUCKING WIGGLYING Get that thang shakin, like she frost bit shivering Ass be delivering, all type of flashes, cashes Got these hoes shaking that molasses SHHHHHH Let me whisper in your ear Get your self together go and buy some new gear Something with your hair den Hit da club, shake ya ass and da brothuhz gonna sho some love Do that move ya did just a minute ago I guarantee you'll make all da dough So gon do ya thing baby, work what chu got, to get what chu want Make that money, don't let it make u Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight hi there, how are things? I once was breast man now it seems Ever since I had the pleasure of getting you together, your chest is just whatever I found the buried treasured Yes ma'am, heres the plan Meet me over yonder ok- don't play Ill bring the whip whoop, you bring your cook book And ima fix that stuff up, everything is good good Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhere I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do |
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Deliverance (2003)
- 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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Deliverance (2003)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Deliverance (2003)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
(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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Deliverance (2003)
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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from Blade II (블레이드 2) by Marco Beltrami [ost] (2002) | |||||
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - The Charm (2006)
I'm supposed to represent
(Verse 1) I'm too motherfuckin raw to be all, worried if these broads, is fuckin with me Y'all can suck my right and left nut with the same slurp Nomore of the fames perks, I'm back in LeGrange hurt Can't work, same dirt I thought I had wiped off The same jerk that used to jerk Paul now he's my boss Lonely if I lost, my light on the pathway Nomore Bubba K., just as white as a trash day Say you can take the boy out of the country But can't take the country out the boy, even with money I believe it was funny, I was deceivingly burning At the Four Seasons, all four seasons with Sunny But I'll be just fine, the grind's in my bloodline It's what's in your guts time, baby I'm one rhyme From being what that man paid me to be Wasn't no concrete but I was raised by the streets (Chorus) It's your turn, you supposed to represent Do yo thang, you supposed to represent Stop Playin', you supposed to represent It's only right, you supposed to represent It's your turn, you supposed to represent Do yo thang, you supposed to represent Stop Playin', you supposed to represent Not only get money, you supposed to represent (Verse 2) Sometimes you gotta lose yourself to find out where you really are Let the cut burn then you know you earned it when it scars I been a star, my name rang bells But it means not a thing if it can't bring sales If you ain't seen hell you should get a load of this Just a dose of hopelessness while you sip your Mo and Cris If I ain't on your list, shit you can't win them all But until he died, most of y'all ain't fuck wit Biggie Smalls Atleast south of D.C. and west of Pittsbrug That points, they don't know you 'til you resting in dirt If resting is sure, a loser isn't sexiness So make me the deadliest, MC I guess it just Wasn't meant that I be mentioned with the greatest spittin then Lord atleast let me get it up and pay the rent again You may intend to win but my alternative's The coffin or the furnacing, talking more determinant (Chorus) (Bridge) What, you think I'm scared, you think I'm a pussy? Really now, how far did you think you can push me? Before I snap, just like that and bust back Fear, he don't live around here, what's that? What, you think I'm scared, you think I'm a pussy? Really now, how far did you think you can push me? Before I snap, just like that and bust back Fear, he don't live around here, what's that? (Verse 3) Just stack, get your mind right and get your cheddar better Volcano gone erupt, it won't lay at rest forever Every level of the game, these country boys gettin to it Nothin but your lips is movin, Hush you body shit and do it I been knew it, you don't wanna jump bad Hatin escalates and you don't want it to become that I'm from that, dying breed of white MC That knows what it's like to be told it ain't right to be Rappin, now adapting just so happens it's the thing now To get a cracker on your roster since Marshall came out I can't explain how, vital time it is Even now I wouldn't exchange our lives, mine for his Like this (Chorus) |
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from Bubba Sparxxx - The Charm (2006)
(Verse 1)
I don't need this, all I need is us - come on girl let's put it in the wind I don't care none about no one, if they loved us they should it did it when They had a chance but now the dance is over and fa sho its our way time Let the top down, we can't stop now, explain the past - baby I ain't tryin I ain't lyin, when I say we done came of age and when thangs done changed Time to spread our wings, fly to better things, pack ya suitcase todays the day Don't tell ya momma don't tell ya sister it'll only complicate the issue We'll mail 'em a box of tissues, the only one that loves you is right here with you Girl don't ever look back, our destiny awaits us And whatever place we pump the brakes I'll work my hands to the bone n just what it takes to Give us everything our folks never had, I'm prepared for that It may take a while but Ima make ya smile forever I said a prayer for that and I know he's listenin atleast to this one, if you never heard none of the others This is me and you and Im'a see it through from this highway to under the covers, baby! (Chorus) Oohhhhh Hoooooo! I wanna run away with you (I wanna run away, I wanna run away) I wanna run away with you (cuz baby your my everything) I wanna run away with you (I wanna run away, I wanna run away) I wanna run away with you (cuz baby your my everything) (Verse 2) We got off the exit in Waco, Frankie J was on the radio I asked her was she afraid to go all the way with this, she delayed to know I said baby I just need to know, if you ain't down we can turn around Your happiness is my happiness and thats the only thing thats concernin me now Just hurt me now, she said "would you please just let me talk for once?" Then all at once she went in to how she been tryin to prevent this all for months Not at all because she didn't love me and only me, it's just that she Had withheld one vital piece of info, she looked up at me With both eyes full of tears, she said "you remember that day at the clinic? I went in with the doctor and told you I did it? I wasn't able to go through with it" No you didn't, how could you? Wait a minute, that makes you what? 3 months and some change, well baby doll that just ain't enough To derail us cuz see, that just means there's three of us But answer this, at what point did you think this topic should be discussed? I don't know whether to cry or smile, but somehow I'm doin both But this changes nothin, I got 2 babies and I solemnly swear to be true to both, baby! (Chorus) (Bridge - Frankie J) I wanna run, wanna run away There's nothin they can do or say to make us stay I wanna run, wanna run away There's nothin they can't do, there's nothin they can't say I wanna run, wanna run away Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I wanna run, wanna run away I wanna run away, baby (Chorus) |
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from Bubba Sparxxx - The New South (2009)
> Ah shit!
I just seen a girl with a body like a stripper Sliding down the pole makes me want to take a picture Like ah shit She got me like ah shit Na na na na Thirty six twenty four thirty sixer Cant get any thicker Think I need tip her Like oh shit She got me like ohh shit Na na na na Bubba K's back You can tell em twice And the melons sittin very nice And your back side is legendary And its all mine regards what shes tellin' me Yeah I pull it out and I jumped out Holla out new south yeah its thugged out See its been good But its gettin' great Money walking everywhere yeah I'm sittin' straight And I'm bout four lets have a toy Do that dance do that do that dance That's the walk Your a classic and this is classical Make it happen girl [Chorus] I just seen a girl with a body like a stripper Sliding down the pole makes me want to take a picture Like ah shit She got me like ah shit Na na na na Thirty six twenty four thirty sixer Cant get any thicker Think I need tip her Like oh shit She got me like oh shit Na na na na Sign me up I'm all over it Shes runnin' the show And y'all knowin' it Y'all hatin' it but shes lovin' it And I'm lovin' it too Its fantastic Yeah its magic she has it get that You cant coach her cant approach her with that Ps she mess with success that's that With big dogs and nothing less I seen ya baby and I know u seen me too And I promise you I can do some things with you Your thick betty but shes thicker And I'm a have to I'm a have to I'm a have to get her [Chorus] My personal philosophy Clothing is optional Nothin' stoppin' you from doing what you like me to do Guess what I like u to do So lets do this I'm me everyday who you is Hes big boy and I'm a cut the fool So they put a big blow Yeah I got swag and I run this Make a list of big things I'd a done this And shes intrigued by the way it goes down in the big leagues So I'm a give her more Much more One more two more and a encore [Chorus] I just seen a girl with a body like a stripper |
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Deliverance (2003)
(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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Deliverance (2003)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - The Charm (2006)
(Chorus - Sleepy Brown)
Everywhere that I seem to go, all people they know There goes that man Cadillac's steady move, all ladies choose it There goes that man Been all around the world and I kissed every girl There goes that man Girl this ain't no kind of allusion, it's really that man There goes that man (Verse 1 - Duddy Ken) Hey, when we step up out the play man We bring that monster A game Switchin or say through lanes Green on my shirt like Tulane Drunk and drivin in two lanes Dirt Reynolds, that's the new name Dip out and handle a few thangs Bet I come back a rich man Some of these cats is bitch made My shift be like a switch blade The doors, open this way That man, went that a way Chase cheese like a rat race Push my button like there And that's gonna get you nowhere Just like you f**kin yourself I've been all over the globe and hit a lot little spots (spots) Met bitches that love the nigga, that's if she f**ked me or not (not) Trappin what's in my spot (spot) Not movin, just got me no dough It's like my money was slow mo' I bought a car and got Mobile My city's up on my shoulders I'm takin life as we know of Tranformin into a whole 'nother world and time Beat up tracks and murder rhymes Don't dare close the curtain, cause I'm just beginnin Bubba was the beginnin but bitch I'ma end it Hey, I'm that man, man (Chorus) (Verse 2 - Bubba Sparxxx) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Shit, I'm a Dodge Rammer, god damn if I ain't two and 0 I'm competin and momma's eatin, so am I losin? No But shit was movin slow, I had to switch machines up Destiny don't always match with the shit you dreamed up But Bubba ain't no cream puff In my life, I've seen much Held the thrills and the spills Through it all, I kept it trill Guarantee I never will ever feel as helpless As I did these last couple years, I know you felt this Really don't expect no forgiveness for "Deliverance" Then again I offer no apologies, I meant the shit Cause I lived the shit, truth is truth and that's the end of it I'm up and runnin, bet my jersey's in the rafters when I sit Watched it when I get a hit, everybody benefits I'm far removed from innocence, a year older than twenty-six Pussy just remember this, I ain't chose the path I'm on If you want it, come and get it, as that man I stand alone (oh!) (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx) Duddy! Haha Uh huh, hey say, hey let the guns play I just came with "Me, Myself, and I" like Beyonce Let these suckers run they coffee coolers, I'm the truest country motherf**ker, bust and kill the talk, it's time to do it Everything your idol do it, I can do it cock eyed Three albums supplied, once I have not lied That should mean a lot right? Maybe when they open up the books, I can get a look You must admit, I'm dope as f**k, true I ain't devoted much of my raps to dope, I'm just a little to preoccupied with the truth, you know what's up Sorry but I know this much, Bubba K is sen-sat-ional That shit ain't no bull Ain't no bull that I can't pull, I am him That'll be the case, if I'm ridin rims or shinin them Bubba baby, more trouble baby, ha I love you hate me Ask your lady, is it maybe her that I've been pluggin lately F**ker (echo) |
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
(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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from Bubba Sparxxx - The Otherside [single] (2005) | |||||
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from Bubba Sparxxx - The Charm (2006)
Try this one!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx) I come, they go, I run, they slow Ain't ashamed that I did what I did I just lived how I lived, your life say so Ain't a single hole I can't roll I'm platinum, they proud of they gold Buckhead bouncin, moved a little ounces Talkin out loud, but I didn't know Waitin for the day that Bubba K blow When you got a show though, bet you can't fold Ask 2 Stoute, he know what I'm talkin 'bout Motherfuckin bank account, they say o's These hoes better stay on they toes The deep play threat, I just may go 87 yards in the blink of an eye It really don't matter what you think of the guy Cause I'm eager to try this style and that style and stack piles of cash, While sayin somethin, dude's agile, hear that wow A bad child that turned good, now I earn good, but I burn better That kush, please just shush wuss, I'm the team captain, get your first letter (bitch!, pussy) (Chorus - Sleepy Brown) - w/ ad libs Your thinkin your that boy, know where I cut boy I'm on the otherside of the room Your lady been frisky, tell her come get me I'm on the otherside of the room If you came to party, let's go get it started I'm on the otherside of the room Whether you wit me, or you against me I'm on the otherside of the room (Verse 2 - Petey Pablo) We never refused to carry them thangs (click, click) Back in the days, hot as a flame And I sent 'em through the blaze All day for the pay, dollar bill from the 'caine It's the Mr. Motherfucker wit a hundred different names Ain't fuck with nobody (body), ain't want no problems I've been, there but quite understand A man that never talk hardly stayed to his self (cha cha), quiet as kept With a coldness in his eyes, that'll scare you to death I was on my way, man I had one foot in the grave Motherfucker I stayed contemplatin about my last and final day Wasn't supposed to be nothin Niggaz supposed to gave me life in prison Last pick, misfit, partner did the full 20 Hey, I'm right here, heat it up, got the whole world shakin for me Haha sayin (sayin) (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx) Yeah, yeah, yeah Baby death and taxes ain't the only thing certain to come unnerved from out from behind the closed curtain Bubba skirtin, what's the word You must of heard a lot of BS was asserted Since none of us perfect, wonder who that was unnervin Not me, not you, grin and bear it, got to If they ain't worried about you, and they ain't worried about you Here, here, get it clear, disappear from out my hemisphere If indeed you got some business here, then state it crystal clear All this fake innuendo from little minos Gon' make the big O, fish up lower on the fish hole Bub came to name baby, tell me that I did so I'd rather watch my momma 'Get Low' then quit this fo sho (yo) (Chorus - 2X) |
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from Bubba Sparxxx - The New South (2009) | |||||
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
[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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
[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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Deliverance (2003)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001)
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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from Bubba Sparxxx - The Charm (2006)
(Intro - talking)
Make way We point you to the money Bubba K We point you to the money We paid, Bubba here (Chorus) I don't know about y'all, but I feel wonderful Yeah they lookin at me, yet I'm so comfortable Girl look it here, I feel sensational This that boy that you've been waitin for B-U-B-B-A-K Betty boo never mind what they say B-U-B-B-A-K What can I say today's been a great day (Verse 1) Everythang's funny at first 'Til I showed 'em how much bein country is worth Just bought me a Dodge, a Hemi, give me 20 new 20's I'm on day number 3, I need some energy in me I been in the city behavin like I'm still in the woods Just a white boy livin life as trill as I should Really good, if I say so myself Might be a little pale, they can't hate on much else Cause when I take this shirt off and show this girth off It's all over but the tears, if your ho is up in here Go on throw a couple beers on my tab tadpole Life goes on, so you got your little rascal Hate to blame you, I'm just celebratin me it's goin down tonight, better tell 'em baby D Now say WHO'S world is this, must be Bubba K's Couldn't be no other way, hey (Chorus) (Verse 2) Up up, up and down on my back baby Everybody singin now, 'cept for the fat lady I may be half crazy, but I feel full blown Huntin for a fire, to throw my little wood on Chop chop, heat it up, beat it up, eat it up With Dre and G wildin, these freaks love each of us Now it's new to Louise to love Cause peepin is for communist and Bubba is a capitalist Sit down on my lap and let's Talk about the first thing that pop up little Michelle A whisper when it's in a shell, turn the yellow into swell Already been to hell, I'm tryin to see how heaven feel Could of cracked a cranium or two, but still I kept it chill Let me live, I let you live, bygones is bygones I worked my movie or two, do your dance to my song We won't be alive long, but since the court afforded us The luxury for a minute, I'm feelin glorious (Chorus) (Verse 3) I'm in a good place, I've got this thing whooped I'm cookin with grease, these suckers can't look They disgusted and it baffles me I'm rappin happily again, you should be glad for me Actually, you can get on 85 Goin through the southbound lane, you okay to drive Cause they can't deprive us, this is our turn way 'Hip Hop Hooray' it's everybody's birthday You need a hearing aid, I said I feel wonderful I'm fittin to take it to the house and pick my own fumble up And anyone that loves life as much as I do Hope you love it ever more since I made the South blew (Chorus) |