1,2 1,2,3, lets go [Chorus] Back in the mud Ive been in I confess, Im so happy here Theres nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away [Verse 1] Hes just that country boy, city slick, pit bull temperament At the Pony, at the Flame, either way its an event If its me consider it more than a coincidence Even though they mama like me suckas keep they distances Barber K, hey, whats that, they say Hip hop redneck thats 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 cant 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! [Chorus] [Verse 2] 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 dont love the peach state, "Buddy, say it aint so" Now all of a sudden, in fact, its quite the opposite Im lovin yall from Brunswick up to the metropolis Cant forget about my Betty Betty and DaLonica They put the triple Xs at the end of Andys moniker How could I run from everything that made me Know that all the love I gets appreciated greatly Now Im on the brink of something truly inconceivable Bubbas international but still he kept it regional Tryin to make my mama proud We can laugh and see the smile Gotta make sure loaded gun, this next CD is in your file An-and everyone of my talented associates gets what they deserve Nothin short of thats appropriate [Chorus] [Verse 3] Kitchen cup, fill it up, soap-it dont appeal to us If youre broke do what you can, that alone is still enough Help us out, if youre rich, cuz we funna hit your bitch Just stop by the store and grab a case of that and six of this Hey Betty, get ready cuz your daddys in route Let her join the beat club, keep that little trim out Hvae her screamin "New South" without pullin "lewd" out He always wonder what you doing, let him wonder who now At the end of the day I would have no regrets Got it done on every front and I aint even focused yet At the bottom of the pile swimmin wit them mud cats If you die, man Im pullin "soowee" for a grudge match Spell it out, L-E-G, E-N-D I still believe Whatever goal God set for me indeed I will achieve In this life or in the next, whther drinkin gin or Becks Bubba funna bring it home, conceal it, and send the checks [Chorus x2]
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
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