Sparxxx, Bubba Filmography

• Celebrity Rap Superstar (2007)
• Bubba Sparxxx: Charmed Life Tour (2006)
• Beats Style and Flavor (2006)
• Faking the Video (2004)
• And You Don't Stop: 30 Years of Hip-Hop (2004)
• Spike TV VGA Video Game Awards (2003)
• The 16th Annual Soul Train Music Awards (2002)

• Ms New Booty - Bubba Sparxxx
• Jimmy Mathis - Bubba Sparxxx
• My Tone - Bubba Sparxxx
• The 1st Whutchacallit - Bubba Sparxxx
• Wonderful - Bubba Sparxxx
• The Otherside - Bubba Sparxxx
• THAT MAN - Bubba Sparxxx
• Regardless - Bubba Sparxxx
• Open Wide - Bubba Sparxxx
• If It's Bumpin - Bubba Sparxxx
• Represent - Bubba Sparxxx
• Claremont Lounge - Bubba Sparxxx
• As The Rim Spins - Bubba Sparxxx
• Ain't Life Grand - Bubba Sparxxx
• Lovely - Bubba Sparxxx
• She Tried - Bubba Sparxxx
• Overcome - Bubba Sparxxx
• Nowhere - Bubba Sparxxx
• New South - Bubba Sparxxx
• Like It Or Not - Bubba Sparxxx
• Intro - Bubba Sparxxx
• Hootnanny - Bubba Sparxxx
• Disappear - Bubba Sparxxx
• Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx
• Back In The Mud - Bubba Sparxxx
• Well Water - Bubba Sparxxx
• Ugly - Bubba Sparxxx
• Twerk A Little - Bubba Sparxxx
• They Ain't Ready - Bubba Sparxxx
• Take'm To The Water - Bubba Sparxxx
• Dark Days, Bright Nights - Bubba Sparxxx
• Bubba Sparxxx - Bubba Sparxxx
• Bubba Sparxx - Bubba Sparxxx
• Betty Betty - Bubba Sparxxx
• All The Same - Bubba Sparxxx
• Warrant - Bubba Sparxxx
• Take Off - Bubba Sparxxx
• Take A Load Off - Bubba Sparxxx
• Run Away - Bubba Sparxxx
• Infected - Bubba Sparxxx
• Comin' Round - Bubba Sparxxx
• Bubba Talk - Bubba Sparxxx
• Heat It Up - Bubba Sparxxx
• Get Right - Bubba Sparxxx

Booty, booty, booty, booty, 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
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 (life's 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
Booty, booty, booty, booty, 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
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
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
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
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

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 race 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
Through years and the tears, the blood and the all of the sweat,
But if I ever believe, its time to double your bet,
Cuz I aint even tapped half my potential, but I have shown growth thogh,
And that is half the essential, Grad you a pen, jot a few notes down,
The questions they asked me, the answers I know now, bet I aint no clown,
Fuck what you thought dogg, im with Jimmy Mathis ol truck with a saw dogg,
Jus to rip up, let some shit jump, We'll take it to the water, and yo shit will get sunk
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?!)
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

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 to keep
If you feelin froggy baby, better look before you leap
Baby it's the tone, that got me gettin 'Georgia Dome'
Like Shondon, with that Steven on the phone
Or maybe it's the slang, that got me gettin down my brains
on the plane, met this chick in Fort Mayne
And you certaintly can blame the jazziest persona
But it's classy broad that get trashy in the sauna
Bubba's just the slickest, how else is there to word it

Uh-huh, uh-huh
That fish, that money, Bubba Sparxxx..
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
Fuck 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
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
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 fuckin thing
Fuckin 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
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 fuckin 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 fuckin 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 fuckin faggots seven figures they can hate on
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
.. 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

Make way
We point you to the money
Bubba K
We point you to the money
We paid, Bubba here
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
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
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
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

Try this one!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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)
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
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)
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

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
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 fuckin 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 fucked 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
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!)
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 motherfucker, 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 fuck, 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

Yeah, ha (B.K.) C.I. (okay?)
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?
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
Yo.. yo you ever invested your money in some internet stock?
Seen how your cheese multiply quicker than sellin rocks?
I invest in pharmaceuticals like Xanax and Loritabs
Take 'em all with alcohol, then hunt for some more to grab
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?
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
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?
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
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
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?
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
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?
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
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?
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
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?
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
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, (?)

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
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!
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
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

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
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
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"
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
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
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

I'm supposed to represent
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
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
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
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?
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

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
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
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
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)
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

Yep, yeah
Yep, yeah
Yep, yeah
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
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
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)
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

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
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
Fuckin believable, believe it dude, please don't let me intrude
Smoke the blunt and eat your food
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
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, fucked 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
Motherfuckin 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)
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 fuckin ship for a like a million and three moons (bitch)
Ain't life grand ...
Ain't life grand ...

Here it comes again
Come on, come on
Here it comes again
Come on, come on
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
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)
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
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
Gimme a minute.. gimme a minute.. gimme a minute.. trust me
Gimme a minute.. gimme a minute.. lovely

(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 crime’s a wee bit worse
And now I’m 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 wouldn’t 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, ain’t no more, cause my babys gone
And when it rains it pours.
She tried to tell me I needed to be strong
I wasn’t listening, and now my baby’s 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
Couldn’t begin to undue what’s 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
She’s my queen, was a virgin I guess
But I ain’t never ask, and ain’t 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
It’s been six months, and still no word
I try to carry on like it still don’t hurt
Hoes come around, but I still wont’ flirt
Drinking worse, and the pills don’t work
Last I heard she was in Birmingham
Living with a good hard working man
And lookin’ back on it, that’s exactly what she wanted
Not a rebel with a passion for the moment
I live for the fiddle, and a kick, and a snare
I take my love and I stick it in there
Moved a jimmy and made this song

(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 nothin I can't overcome (run)
Let's these cats keep bumpin gums (oh)
I'll just get it done, just get it on
You have no idea cuz, all the road blocks I've steer clear of
Failure is all I live in fear of
Chose to compete with rap just outta sheer love
These people (these people) don't know me (don't know me)
These labels (these labels) won't hold me (won't hold me)
These lames ain't (these lames ain't) don't clone me (don't clone me)
Watch it move forward (oh), so boldly
I'm always for the streets, but baby not for the block
Came here for what I want, can't hate me for what I got (oh)
Cause when I add it up, buddy it ain't a lot (oh)
I count on fast feet to be everything that I'm not (oh)
But put it all together, oh lord
Them two country boys, ain't no bum
No backseats taken, I told y'all
Swear for god I will (overcome)
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
Take it how it is, or leave it as it be
If you don't like my shit, then beat it outta me (woo)
You think you that grown?, we can stop and see
Put bring the heat along, you'll need it probably
I never did claim to be the baddest so and so
But if you feel like you gotta have it, so it go
Are the rumors true?, girl had bad you wanna know
But I require more than they've asked you for before
What heapless flirtin, just twerkin, and slick and slirpin
A lot like my daddy for certain, a kid conversion
She may not want the log inserted, my pick is workin
Ain't the longest dome, but its perfect to bring the hurtin
And that's all he wrote (oh), should you just call me note (oh)
Sorry you just crossed the rope (oh) and it just ain't all you hoped (go head)
Daddy with me, I bet you had it with me
Betty help me with the hook and she come naturally
Say what?
Say what?
Say what?
Want all my macho mans out there
To play this
This go to schools
All the colleges
We will overcome
We came a long way Georgia
New South

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, don’t let nobody get you down,
Cause that road you travel will turn around
I’ve accepted every challenge, and risen to all occasions
A country boy that got 'em shook like Randy Moss and Jason
Perhaps some of these numerals don’t fit in ya’lls 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 Satan’s substances, and my systems’ still my wisdom
It never once compromised that between God and I
Never once forgotten my manners
Cause my ma’ama played in public housin’ in Alabama
But she had a diff’rent 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
Then made me drink the blood, to show me life was precious
The muddy road from nowhere to somewhere is my direction
I know what it’s like to be nowhere
I know what it’s like
I know what it’s like to be nowhere
I know what it’s like
Can you relate to five 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 hook with lil’ Dylan’s poo-poo
On Mr. Allen’s property, he catch you, he will shoot you
Let these cats amuse you with comical depictions
But where I’m 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 toted
Every fire arm from AK’s to 30-30’s
And from live watch to live stock they pays the early birdy
Thus we worked the land like you worked the block with yayo
But I choose keys over cattle cause the profits way more
But I might get locked away though peddling the sno cones
So we keep it simplified with acres of that homegrown
It’s the finest shine that you can find on this side of Memphis
From east nowhere to west somewhere still the grind is endless
It all comes down to this, one last chance to advance
Beyond the second round of the big dance, all my plans
Of being viewed as something special, more than just the other one
We’ll vanish in the vapors of the plague the South has suffered from
The world’s weight plus a ton, restin’ on my shoulders
But what’s attractive, to ease my nerve, is blessed to the beholder
Cause Eminem’s incredible, but did I really have to say this
For ya’ll to leave my soul at rest and add me to your playlist
But this time I may just, leap and clear that hurdle man
Cause there’s gonna be a million more, who knows if they’ll be worth a damn
Bubba K, I surely am, with that silky kinda sound
Carson Daily host it out, I’ll be early for this time around
Cause I’ve come to far for my own mistakes to quell me
Cause looking back at self-inflicted wounds that ache and ail me
Cause nothing they can tell me get me somewhere in a hurry

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
To all it was
All it is
And all it shall be
New South
Uh, yeah, yeah
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
Live die, laugh, cry,
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)
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
And I write that hard har, roll like I got crack in my pen
But since your so happy that things go exactly as planned
Don't clack if we land, then it's crack a lackin again
Then most of these clowns up outta the pay
All I need is a stout, clean your coolatta and day
And the day that I'm able to finally get outta the game
What this hip hop has become is what the New South gotta change
Bring it back
What difference does it make, who I'm affiliated with
Cause if you love 'em, how could you have really hated this
All the groundbreakin these hillbilly maders did
Wasn't no room for +Bubba Talk+ until we made it did
I flow for Jimmy Mathis on that bus route daily
And for momma June and all she fuss about lately
I'm a get it white, if your hairless for Governor
I'm tellin y'all the yanks ain't prepared for this southerner
C-Dub certified, DF, dignitary
Beat Club, they applaud, New South, visionary
In spite of the efforts y'all made to pigeon hole me
I rose from the pig shit without a smidgen on me
At 15, 90, Adam's drive makin miracles
For these many much, yes and everyday is pivotal
I'm no entertainer so what I say is literal

All the way from Athens, the A-T-L shawty
Uhh, Sleepy Brown
Uhh, Bubba Sparxxx
We gon' keep doin it baby
Whether you like it or not.. uhh
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
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
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 Desireé
You ain't no concern, I'ma wait and see what Heaven say
I got a brother by the name of Snicky Ricky Wade
He said - Bubba, real careers ain't quicky quickly made
My other brother by the name of Patrick "Sleepy" Brown
Said that our +Noize+ is the type that you should keep around
They led me through the forest, took me to the wizard Ray
He told me that tomorrow won't be what it is today
I said, "Damn, that's just what my brother Tim would say"
I'm back at home, just how long have I been away?
I'm the type that you might see with Petey Pablo
Chasin fielder's dream with corn and three Diablos
And I'll be blessed to death if I see tomorrow
But I'ma live to get my son a lead that he can follow
I might can't flip a brick but bet that I can move a pound
And if you call yourself the king, well then there's two in town
Regardless where you from, what you do, or who you found
You best to get to practice early for the shoot-around
Cause Bubba don't play, do them thangs you won't say
Be damned if I even pull my {dick} out and don't spray
Daddy told me just to do them thangs he never did
Breakin broads, get money, live your life and treasure it
And that's the least that I can do, for the man who
raised me up and through his faults helped me understand you
And now I'm certified, New South pioneer
Born and raised down here, best believe I'm dyin here
For all my rebels ridin dump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs
Hot rods, no seats, in the back
Browning, thirties-thirties, in the rack
Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at?
Dump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs
Hot rods, no seats, in the back
Browning, thirties-thirties, in the rack
Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at?
Sump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs
Hot rods, no seats, in the back
Browning, thirties-thirties, in the rack
Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at?
Bubba Sparxxx! (YEAH)
Organized Noize (YEAH) Beat Club
Timbo (YEAH) the whole New South
Real down South Georgia boy
Real country white boy, real HARD

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 yet free
Continue'n my voyage, In the Coldoraldo, Cant live life with my Doraldo,
This pill is hard for you to swallow, This pig sh** in which for you to wallow,
Im posted up here, atleast until tomorrow, Get a pund of Buffalo Nik's that U can swallow
Only thing im holdin is Pain, You can borrow, a whole pocket of change,
For your sorrow, Lotta Kat'z busted, but they cant find the hop,
That hustlin game gotta stop, On the open road, now is not the time to flock,

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 Russ
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 probably disappear
Get some show money from UGLY and buy a keg of beer
And another pig to give my other pigs some company
Rent a doublewide and just live it out in luxary
In due time, but there's business left to attend to
I need another farm to bequeath my next of kin to
And another tramp before my great aunt Missy
Yea, I've been drinkin' but I ain't that pissy
Thinkin' back to when my daddy told me what it's all about
He said no matter what I do in life, some of y'all'll pout
I can deal with that long as all my folks is eatin' good
Let that channel pass over more than any Easter could
I'm on the roll again and I ain't talkin' ecstacy
Tell them folks at Interscope they fixin' to write some checks to me
Soon as me and Timmy finish up this latest pig schlop
Man I think you right, it ain't nothing but some hip hop
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
I'm back off in the saddle with smile and that cajolery
Mama always knew how big a stallion I would grow to be
Way beyond these suckers both lyrically and vocally
I doubted for a moment, now it's clear to me I'm supposed to be
An uncanny whit plus a time that is impeccable
Make the sharpest cat feel his mind is just a vegetable
How does Bubba do it, you won't find it in a manual
Confused them all at first so this time is understandable
Staring at the ceiling fan, pondering my future now
Wondering what the hell to do with all this loot I found
Got my tractor polished up and I'm as drunk as Cooter Brown
Navigating yet another one of Timmy's supersounds
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

And we are
The krush groovin, the body-movin
The record makin and the record breakin
And it goes a little something like this
Uh, oh, frickity, uh, oh
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear
Oh, I see, come on
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear
Ohho
I got my boots polished up and my overalls pressed
He is back, it was over y'all guessed
I heard ya new stuff and I hope it's y'all's best
Cos this that ? that's disposin' y'all's mess
See I live with Ricky Wade and I'm still with Timmy Mosley
Hit every town, every suein' city knows me
Oops, I admit, every suein' city chose me
Why are you yappin, I sent you to get the groceries
Hot shot, hype down, money's in my sight now
Really think that you can keep from me but it like how
Bubba's out of sight, wow, yeah I'm really psyched out
Plus we got them kids in the yard and they like (OW)
I was playin' in, Bubba's gonna strike now
Been milkin' music, we just had to find the right cow
Still I'm in the field, ain't no tellin' what I might plow
Fly always from the early bird to nights
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear, oh
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear
Oh, I see, I said
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear, oh
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah, oh
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear
No they might
I popped up with Archie to let ya know I'm ready
Put some hickeys on the Betty and some mickeys on the chevy
Just hit me when you're ready, oh and send a deposit
A title, a bobbin, I'm stumble in and rob ya
? walk the walk, too much for you to knock it
That I'm a been done, ain't no words to drop it
Said it first quarter to double up the profit
Timmy call to play now huddle up I got it
I assure y'all I'm no average, okey-dokey backward savage
Don't subscribe to that old add, and this country boy is no ?
That's just a sample of flows I can handle
And no I ain't content with that gold on the mantle
If hip-hop's dead then I rose from the shambles
As him to which y'all can't hold a candle
I said a lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear, oh
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear
Oh, I see, I said
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear, oh
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear
Ohho
Oh, I see, they don't really do a forty quite like me
Yeah I know you miss me, just a innocent wing see
Cos the belly sexy, and I keep it greedy
That's why every girl I meet seems to need me
And I try to help 'em, call 'em Bubba easy
Got a mean slur being chunky but to please me
But not enough to part me from my cheesy
But I love the hold 'em two big bouldem
Balls on her chest, cock nine hit em low dem
Betty shoulda told 'em, Bubba K is holdin'
Down this fort with a army of Trojans
I was soft spoken, mamma raised me humble
But gotta be a crocodile if I'm a raid the jungle
Back in the mud thirty days in the puddle
Sucker speak up, I can't translate ya muffle
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear, oh
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear
Oh, I see
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear, oh
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear
Ohho
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear, oh
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, ah yeah
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear
Oh, I see
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear, oh
Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer, oh
A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear
Ohho
Go boy, ahahahaha, hehe, ha hehehe
Goin' around I told ya once before, ah yeah
Hey, frickity, he-he-he-he, I told ya once before, ah yeah
He-he-he'll be-be-be comin' round the mountain
He'll be comin' round the mountain when he comes
He-he-he ain't goin' nowhere
Gotta-gotta-gotta make that competition

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 vulnerable 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 the pain you've endured
The blood you shed is still stained in your valour
You took your wealth and knowledge and gave it to the poor
Only to discover that your savior's manure
Accepted me as kin, put before your younger brother
They put a lot on us hardly knowin one another
I honestly can say that over time I've come to love you
Now we are brothers and together no one can touch us
It haunts me with regret I never met your baby girl
She's an angel on your shoulder helpin us to save the world
This musical marriage is no coincedence
So my mama to me baby we shall have deliverance

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 mumble at 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 rural dwelling 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, doin' 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, Georgia 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 in Dahlonega
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 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
Each and everyone of my talented associates get's what they deserve
Nothin' short of that's appropriate
Kitchen cup, fill it up, sober don't appeal to us
If you're broke do what you can, that alone is still enough
Help us out, if you're 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 daddy's in route
Let her join the beat club, keep that little trim out
Have 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 ain't even focused yet
At the bottom of the pile swimmin' wit them mud cats
If you die, man I'm 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, whether drinkin' gin or Beck's

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
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
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
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
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
If you need to bathe, then bathe
And if you want to drink, come on and drink
from this well
.. Bubba Sparxxx, huh, Big Shan, J.J., Southwestern Clay
.. Collabo, two geezy, huh, y'all hurtin for this

Uhh uh-oh, uh-oh
Tch, tchka, tchka, tchka, tchka
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Tchka, tchka uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh
Say what, say what?
Freaky freaky uh
Tchka, tchka, tchka, tchka
Bubba
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 sh*ts 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
Ugly-in here
Huh, in here
Huh, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
Huh, in here
Huh, in here
It's gon' get
Ugly, ugly, ugly
In here
Huh, in here
It's gon' get ugly in here
Huh, in here
Huh, in here
Uh-oh
Though I am country
Don't get the wrong idea
My ego's gettin' bigger
With every song I hear
'Cause y'all been bullsh*ttin'
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
F*** 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 f***in' legend
And this is gettin' ugly
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'
Ha ha, it's gon' get
(Ugly-in here)
Thck, thck
(Huh, in here
Huh, in here)
It's gon' get
(Ugly-in here)
(Huh, in here
Huh, in here)
It's gon' get (ugly)
Say what?
(Ugly, ugly)
Say what?
(Ugly) In here
Huh, in here
(It's gon' get ugly in here)
(Huh, in here
Huh, in here
Uh-oh)
Thcka, thcka, thcka, thcka
Thcka, check switch uh
Switch it one time
Now switch it back baby
Switch it one time
Now switch it back baby
"Holla ain't no stoppin' me
Copywritten so"
(So what?)
"Don't copy me"
I want you to
"Holla ain't no stoppin' me
Copywritten so, don't copy me"

Feel me
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
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
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
I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye
Come up here and rub up on my thigh
I'm comin baby as fast as I can
So while you're waitin won'tcha go 'head and talk to my man, uh
I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye
Come up here and rub up on my thigh
Thank you Timmy, I don't mind yo' sloppy seconds
But when I send her back to you I bet we both infected
I see you, lookin out the corner of your eye
Come up here and rub up on my thigh
Bubba won'tcha just do what I tell ya
She got some good snapper (yes she do) damnit didn't I tell ya?
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?

From the CD R3: In The 'R' We Trust
[Timbaland]
Uh-huh, now what we gonna do
Take it from the Eastside to the country
Ya feel me? Ya feel me?
Ya feel me? Tchka-tchka-tchka
Check the chorus...
Chorus 2x: Timbaland
Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know know
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know know know
[Jadakiss]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, yeah
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll make ya head hurt
When the hawk take the day off
I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin' through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's somethin' new
and Jada talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere next to ready for this stainless
It's no helpin' you when them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell ringer
I'ma bring the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with some purple hay
Remove the wood from the barn
Introduce them to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
Even if we run the war, I'ma still run the raw
You can come and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
Double R and Beat Club, who hard as us?
R3: In The R We Trust, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Uh, uh...
Boy, silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigs
and thought I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
Nowadays I find myself doin' laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and them
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend
Now we gettin' blist again, back on the block in Yonkers
and Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell 'em Bed has come here
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are really done here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
Of wither I'm that deal or a product of Tim's percussion
Y'all know to him is bustin', so just dap me up and frown on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah
[Chorus]
[Bubba Sparxxx]
How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for this changin' shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for it's painting
and poured you up of this mixture before it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D became aquatinted
and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'ma change it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song
[Jadakiss]
The streets is still mine, I stay with the still nine
and it's still long and if I'm stronger than corn like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the industry needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies heated
But we gon' let the gats pop
From the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop
Don't get the plot wrong, this ain't a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, it's a hot song
[Chorus]

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
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
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
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
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
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

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
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
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
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

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

Its Bubba Sparxx in the streets
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

Uh-uh.. wassup ladies?
Bubba can't forget about y'all..
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
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
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

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)
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
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
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
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

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
Wake up and kiss my baby, grab my weed and my gun
Load and cock it & blaze one up, that's how it be on the run
More money more problems, no money yo problems aint gone die
Put 5 in the tank, I'm high & I'm bad news, don't ask me for no ride
When I look at my daughter & son & I see me in their eyes
It hurt so bad I hope the mistakes I made will keep them alive
I keep pushin looking for a lick to hit shit I need some cheese
Gotta go no sleepin for me momma I gotta leave
And if god is on my side then one day soon I'll get where I gotta be
I'm free aint nothin gone stop me from seein what I gotta see
Not even me
The day I cop a ?? gone be the day that I can't even breathe
All the shit that I go through, if I could show you, you wouldn't believe
All I got is my Bible & me and this rifle my last name aint Mavoe
I'm just a survivor
Been gone from home so long some folks thank that I died
It's cool and If I don't get rich I'm thankful that I alive besides
I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin a thin line
I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin a thin line
I'm runnin with tha same ol' car, the same ol' girl
A little bit of money in a insane world
I got a (sniff) warrant out for me & I'm walkin a thin line
It's strictly for survival this time
Still I do not want what's yours unless it's rightfully mine
It really just aint no words at least that I can define
For how I feel lord please some sight to the blind
Cause I'm scrambling down the same road
Travelin in the same clothes
Feelin 2 million days old can't let all this take hold
Cuz see I always saw myself as just a little more special than
These sappy crappy no rappin whoever's collectin fans
I'm doin the best I can I just need a better plan
I still aint in peace with flyin cuz my plane has yet to land
I'm runnin & runnin my stomach's grumbling but I aint
Hungry enough that I'm just disgusted because I can't
Ever make what I thank translate into what I say
Unless I pour this Vodka in that big cup & chug away
I wanna just run away from what I've become today
A rebel with a warrant & his name is say Bubba K.
This is heart it aint a verse pick yo fruit name yo curse
With all the pain that is life dyin hurts lyin's worse
Drive my Hearst down 85 to momma's house in LaGrange
Drop me off on the porch then send my off in a plane
Forget my name 'till God arrives to show all y'all what Bubba meant
To tamper with how we wrote the script clearly don't make fuckin sense
There's not a thing that's pure to me it's contaminated by your device
Cause a wise man once said eternity's and let go of life
I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin a thin line
I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin a thin line
Ohh, I'm thankful I'm alive!
and the lady together
(I get a warrant out for me) I wanna run
I've been runnin for some time now
(I get a warrant out for me) night time has come
(I'm thankful I'm alive) I think I'll turn myself in now
(I get a warrant out for me,and I'm walkin a thin line)
I wanna run, I've been runnin for some time now

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

Oh! (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Oh! (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Oh! (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Oh! here we go
All my mamis right (Oh!)
(Here we go)
All my mamis right (Oh!)
(Here we go)
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)
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
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 just different than whatever you sniffin
Still the same language, this ain't hieroglyphics
Ask am I prolific?, yes sir indeed
Really who are you to be questionin me
See how I maneuver so effortlessly
You'll be hard pressed to find a fresher MC
Free willy, take a load off
Please silly, I ain't takin no loss
He's really got the greatest tone dog
One potata, two potata, three potata don't pause
Betty boo, let it loose, work it for that revenue
Am I not the most uniquest person that you ever knew?
Walk up in the party, sanitation blurtin with a brew
Bet ya this album does all the first one didn't do
Stop with the badgerin, can't you see I'm staggerin?
All that you babblin, ain't even close to matterin
What you shouldn't think, you should know that I'm arrogant

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!
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)
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!
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

Don't be scared of me
Come on over here and let Bubba infect you
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 aspirations but fear's my motivation
I'm a 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
Fuckin' 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'm a funnel mine
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'm a 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'm a get her so infected
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
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'm a 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'm a get her so infected
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'fucker 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 west point to Nelly B
Yeah I run with black folks too and they do carry heat
Plus I fuck 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 fuck 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
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'm a 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'm a get her so infected
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'm a 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'm a get her so infected
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

I see you comin’ ‘round the bend
I just can’t think of anything that can make me smile like you can
I see you comin’ ‘round the bend
I just can’t think of anything that can make me smile like you can
There’s a portion of the south in the spirit of this song
Keep followin’ the fiddle, it’ll never steer you wrong
I’ve lived a lot of life so my innocence is blown
I’m headin to LaGrange to replenish it at most
I’ve been across the globe and I’ve seen the worlds charm,
I taught ‘em my slang, I didn’t mean the world harm
It makes the soul smile to see what I’ve 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 ain’t a one gust yet
As long as daddy know that his son does sweat
The same as he did for that uncut check
I’ll sleep fine and a child will come
With the same last name as my poppa’s son’s
And you can rest assure that my son will know
That his Da-da wasn’t a one-squeal show
One time for the New South’s imminent progression
Ain’t the good lord so generous with blessings
Whenever it was needed he’d send me some direction
I’d 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 don’t 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 with men in your reflection
There is no king for the throne I seat
All by myself, so alone I leap
For the young boy that’s gone five weeks
He’s only fourteen, but he’s grown by me
Cause he keeps the heat on and his little sister fed
With his knowledge of the land and the tools in the shed
He could be in school, but he chose this instead
No avenue he won’t pursue for the bread
And who was there to speak for him but Bubba
He listens to his own, can’t relate to none other
The product of a bad hand and a young mother
If daddy wasn’t ready all it took was one rubber
To prevent the pain that his family done suffered
Thankfully his son is a real come-upper
Cause it’s gonna be something on the table come supper

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
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!
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
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

Heat it up when this shit drop
Bubba Sparxxx, Collipark
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
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
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

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
Boy take that shot
I'll take that shot
Girl hit tonight
I'll hit tonight
Boy crank this spot
I'll crank this spot
Girl get me right
I'll get you right
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
We lit tonight (ain't we)
She gettin right (ain't she)
We ain't gon' stop (is we)
Until we all (dizzy)
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