Made On McCosh Mill Road lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Danny Boone)
I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl
I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl
See I was made on McCosh Mill Road
Where the rowdy folks come from
And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking
We'll do pretty much, anything but run
The county line is the family line
I was made of the Georgia side
Venture into them Georgia pines
Find a whole lot more than Pines
Find a shine, find a different type of pine
Find the kind, they'll chop down and compress it
and address it up outta town
McCosh Mill, we that deal
Go on and bend that hat bill
Go on pop that chop and swig that, sit back, chill
Me and momma done turnt up
That wood pile get burnt up
Hot as hell but it's feelin like heaven to me
It sure does
Anybody thats anybody plus no body that's everybody
Knows about that Mill dog
Better ask 'em, they'll tell you bout it
That crowd is very rowdy
The beer is cold and the women hot
We came to have a good time tonight
But disrespect might get you shot
I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl
I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl
See I was made on McCosh Mill Road
Where the rowdy folks come from
And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking
We'll do pretty much, anything but run
I got my baby, got my beverage, its feelin like another Mill night
Mud hole marauders
That's how we living in real life
Chevrolets sittin 50 inches up above that gravel
Infested with that meth head, but old Bubba does not dabble
Just drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke
Make it do what
Man what did you think, my folk was a joke?
Naw buddy that must be you
Got meet on the grill, the music is loud, we havin an epic event
In case they forgot this is McCosh Mill, tell 'em again
We party like everybody just talk about how they party
Take a swig of that fire water just to get my day started
Born here, was made here, then stayed here, and Imma be buried
Right up on there on top of the hill' in the McCosh Road cemetery
I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl
I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl
See I was made on McCosh Mill Road
Where the rowdy folks come from
And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking
We'll do pretty much, anything but run
I'm talking 'bout a cold beer, I'm talking 'bout a hot country girl
I'm talking 'bout John Deere, I'm talking 'bout my big cousin Earl
See I was made on McCosh Mill Road
Where the rowdy folks come from
And if they ask you can tell 'em we drinking, we smoking
We'll do pretty much, anything but run
Lock Dem Hubs lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
(2, 3, 4)
Lock dem hubs, buckle up
Crank them subs way up loud
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
And here I go, here I, here I go
Here I, here I go
Baby, watch me roll
Watch me roll down a very dirty road
In a muddy Chevrolet, baby, you already know
That I'm country boy cool with a legendary flow
And I could turn down, it ain't necessary though
So, I'ma elevate the noise
And drink a case of Miller just to celebrate the joys
Of knowing that they really hate the boy
'Cause it feels so great when you can tell that they annoyed
Poise, that's what I maintain
When I lock dem hubs and accelerate thangs
What thang? Any dang thang, mayne
Still watch me roll through LaGrange, can't change
Ain't that just so okay?
Been drinking since 11:30, what a day
And them subs cranked up so loud
That right about now, my eardrums wanna run away
Lock dem hubs, buckle up
Crank them subs way up loud
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
And here I go, here I, here I go
Here I, here I go
Baby, watch me roll
We havin' us a party in the wilderness
You better lock dem hubs if you wanna chill with us
Or them trails might be hard for you to navigate
Lost city slickers make coyotes salivate
Naw, dawg, I'm just giving you a hard time
Ain't nothin' going down but a jar of 'shine
And these country girls 'round here are fine
But don't worry 'bout her 'cause she all mine
I wouldn't take a million dollars for her
Wouldn't give a nickel for nothin' just like her
She's so thorough and she's so crazy
You'd rather lock up with a Bengal tiger
Now watch us roll outta control
Don't contemplate much, we just go
Crank them subs up, let 'em unload
Making love, doing 80 on a dirt road
Lock dem hubs, buckle up
Crank them subs way up loud
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
And here I go, here I, here I go
Here I, here I go
Baby, watch me roll
I got my hubs locked, locked, locked, locked, locked, locked
Now watch me roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
I got my hubs locked, locked, locked, locked, locked, locked
Now watch me roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, roll, baby
Lock dem hubs, buckle up
Crank them subs way up loud
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
And here I go, here I, here I go
Here I, here I go
Lock dem hubs, buckle up
Crank them subs way up loud
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
Now watch me roll out them hubs
Buckle up, crank them subs
And here I go, here I, here I go
Here I, here I go
Baby, watch me roll
Hahahahaha
Past Is Practice lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. JJ Lawhorn)
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
I was talkin' about the past the other night with my pops
And he said "Son we all got regrets all that we can do is accept that it's over learn from it and move on"
[JJ Lawhorn:]
He said you got it all wrong you gotta move on
You can't keep singin' that sad ol' song
You have to fight to urge to reminisce
You can push rewind in your mind
It ain't nothin' but a waste of time
Today's the day get past this
'Cause the past is practice
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
Another long night down in GA watchin' my whole life replay
Under my eye lids everything I did still rides with me these days
How could I let her love go how could I let my life get
This out of hand I'm talkin' bout the man this here is right where I sit
I was raised on deep southern values
Life treats you just like how you
Treat life, you better think twice
But if you blink twice it goes on without you
I'm sittin' here livin' in circles
Somehow I gotta turn it into a straight line
I know anything worth havin' takes time
But if patience is a virtue it ain't mine
I ain't ever been concerned with tomorrow
But yesterday visits me nightly
At the bottom of a glass just waitin' on my ass to tell me what might be
Had I cut it out sooner, or had I held on longer
Then I hear a voice in my head so clear
The past is practice it makes you stronger
[JJ Lawhorn:]
He said you got it all wrong you gotta move on
You can't keep singin' that sad ol' song
You have to fight to urge to reminisce
You can push rewind in your mind
It ain't nothin' but a waste of time
Today's the day get past this
'Cause the past is practice
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
I see now the blessin's the lesson
What's that sayin' what's that expression
Yesterday's history tomorrow's a mystery today is a gift that's why they call it present
I know that sounds good, when you're sayin' it to somebody else
But when it's your turn and your heart hurts it ain't really a whole lot of help
But it's like my pops says everybody's got regrets I guess
Try as you might, cry and fight it they ain't gon' change it so why stress
But we can change tomorrow, with a well played today
The lights are on and life goes on
Until it don't which makes you say
[JJ Lawhorn:]
He said you got it all wrong you gotta move on
You can't keep singin' that sad ol' song
You have to fight to urge to reminisce
You can push rewind in your mind
It ain't nothin' but a waste of time
Today's the day get past this
'Cause the past is practice
I mean the fact is there is no finer way to waste time
Than to be caught up obsession about the past
It's gone, it's gone forever move on love today
He said you got it all wrong you gotta move on
You can't keep singin' that sad ol' song
You have to fight to urge to reminisce
You can push rewind in your mind
It ain't nothin' but a waste of time
Today's the day get past this
'Cause the past is practice
Better Be Country lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
It don't matter if she's from up top
Listens to rock and roll or hip hop
And it's cool if she's smokin' hot
But hey, she better be country
Country is country wide, like the song said
I know a girl in Arizona with some long legs
She looks like Pocahontas on steroids
And she wild west, country fresh, yeah boy
I know another one in Montana, not Hannah
And she's totally into it, mind grammar
I got another one in West Hollywood
I love her though, she acts more Dollywood
Country is a state of mind and a state of heart
And they don't keep that locked inside a trailer park
'Cause every girl in the country ain't true to it
You wanna act cityfied, then move to it
I know one in Rochester
You should see her booty, man
God blessed her! (Hallelujah)
And she cooks like she oughtta be from Mayking
And she even puts grease with the eggs and bacon
It don't matter if she's from up top
Listens to rock and roll or hip hop
And it's cool if she's smokin' hot
But hey, she better be country
Even if she's from out west
Or smack dab in the middle of the GPS
And I love a hot Southern mess
But still, she better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She likes Kings of Leon and Drake
And every summer she's on the lake
Oh, somebody's boat gettin' tanned up
In a Instagram pic holdin' up a can up
Cold beverage, nope, don't stress it
Try and give her orders, she'll learn you your lesson
This ain't bye bye, she can be from Hawaii
Or Tennessee or anywhere in between
She's a country boy's dream in a two-piece
Becomes a one-piece when she has a few drinks
But don't get no disrespectful ideas
That country girl will leave you laying right there
It don't matter if she's from up top
Listens to rock and roll or hip hop
And it's cool if she's smokin' hot
But hey, she better be country
Even if she's from out west
Or smack dab in the middle of the GPS
And I love a hot Southern mess
But still, she better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
I see the beauty in every woman
But it ain't nothing like a country woman
And I know country ain't only Southern
The whole world is covered (with what?)
With beautiful daughters of working folks
That raised them right whether rich or broke
And I got married, but I really hope
You can find you one of those, let's go
It don't matter if she's from up top
Listens to rock and roll or hip hop
And it's cool if she's smokin' hot
But hey, she better be country
Even if she's from out west
Or smack dab in the middle of the GPS
And I love a hot Southern mess
But still, she better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
She better be country
Heart Of Georgia lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. D-Thrash, D-Ray)
I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I'm always gone
Church on Sunday, work on Monday
Mama can't get no wrong (no sir)
My daddy always kept it 9 to 5
And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)
No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home
Come on, come on
B-u-b-b-a make I em southern GA and I can never be fake
Everything I created sounds like the peach state
An I drink so much shine I can't even see straight
We take a little bit turn it in to alot of shit that we keep it poppin with
An ain't it obvious they should build a monument
way out in the sticks to honor my accomplishments
A son of lagrange on stage out in Idaho
Painting that southern living portrait with a microphone
Wouldn't you know I should have known Idaho is like my home
Bikers on harley d's hardly seems like I'm gone
But there ain't nothing like Georgia on a fall day
Giving that grill hell while the bulldogs play
Been all the way across this globe but my heart stays on mccosh mill road (come on)
I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I'm always gone
Church on Sunday, work on Monday
Mama can't get no wrong (no sir)
My daddy always kept it 9 to 5
And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)
No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home
Come on, come on
I go to sleep Friday night an wake up Monday morning
Cause I got to get the money I gotta break bread and make the ends meat
I'm always clocking out late an getting no sleep
It's all I know, it's all I've done, it's how we do it out in the country where I'm from
Nobody ever stops, nobody ever quits
An if your talking shit about us you better get
My hand's stay dirty, but I stay clean
I try to do it right if you know what I mean
I'm getting those checks I'm paying uncle Sam
I waiting for my tax refund up in the mail
My daddy worked hard, my mama did to
They always try to make sure that I knew
Bust yo ass and never make excuses
You can do anything if you put your mind to it an do it
I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I'm always gone
Church on Sunday, work on Monday
Mama can't get no wrong (no sir)
My daddy always kept it 9 to 5
And worked his fingers to the bone (yes he did)
No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home
Come on, come on
Were about as Georgia as the okefenokee
Were about as Georgia as hunting hound dogs
Were about as Georgia as old stone mountain
Were about as Georgia as serve man to yall
Were about as Georgia as peanut farmers
Were about as Georgia as peachtree street
Were about as Georgia as solid gold music
That's rap, yeah that's country
I was raised in the heart of Georgia, it seems I'm always gone
Church on Sunday, work on Monday
Mama can't get no wrong
My daddy always kept it 9 to 5
And worked his fingers to the bone
No matter how long this old dog roams, I always find my way back home
Come on, come on...
Okay Then lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
Ay, we go from can to cain't, that's a work day
Then we closing the bar like it's my birthday
But it ain't though, brother, it's just another night
Another Southern night, I'm so in love with life
Ol' Bubba might swerve up in the juke joint
Drink a few then we iterate a few points
One being not one of y'all could whoop me
And even though you ain't with me, girl, you should be
That's just the Bourbon talking, I apologize
I'm a humble guy, promise you it's not a lie
A country boy can't just survive, he gotta thrive
Not in 2014, that's the bottom line
I heard a lotta times we was nothin' but poor or white
Sanitation, congratulations, you were right
Okay then, buddy, you want a reward?
Then pucker up and smooch this, yeah boy
I drink Bourbon, it makes me amazin'
You don't like it? Well, damn, okay then
The muddy bottom is where I was raised in
You don't like it? Well, man, okay then
Okay then, buddy, okay then
You say I'm white trash? Okay then
Okay then, buddy, okay then
Well you can kiss my ass, okay then
I drink beer for breakfast like J.B
Is that a sign of a problem? Well, it may be
But I piss out greatness as a result
What's up? Them country boys, we up
Can you keep Bubba, will you just keep on?
Speakin on somethin' you should really leave alone
You don't like the country rap song, to each his own
Bubba don't need your thumbs up, he is grown
Just give me my Whiskey and hush it
This for my folks strictly, they love it
And I love them too, that's why I represent
For the muddy bottoms, boy, you gotta let us in
I drink Bourbon, it makes me amazin'
You don't like it? Well, damn, okay then
The muddy bottom is where I was raised in
You don't like it? Well, man, okay then
Okay then, buddy, okay then
You say I'm white trash? Okay then
Okay then, buddy, okay then
Well you can kiss my ass, okay then
So let me get this straight, you don't like me
I'm either too country for you or I might be
Not country enough, I'll tell ya, bud
Who gives a damn? It never was Bub
Let me get this straight, you don't like me
I'm either too country for you or I might be
Not country enough, I'll tell ya what, bud
Who gives a damn? It never was Bub
I drink Bourbon, it makes me amazin'
You don't like it? Well, damn, okay then
The muddy bottom is where I was raised in
You don't like it? Well, man, okay then
Okay then, buddy, okay then
You say I'm white trash? Okay then
Okay then, buddy, okay then
Well you can kiss my ass, okay then
I mean, all I'm sayin' is
Is it needs to be one or the other
It needs to be either country or rap music
Them two things, you can't mix 'em together
I ain't sayin' I like the boom boom stuff
I'm just sayin' it's how it needs to be
Good Day lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Lamar Williams, Jr)
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
This morning it was colder than a mother-in-law's love
But look at that sunshine the Lord brought us
My baby cooked a breakfast that was heavy on the hog
Now pushin' that Chevy through the early mornin' fog
And I'm thinkin', reflectin' on the blessings I'm collectin'
Just to live a simple life free of stress is my objective
Shit does happen but it's less than I expected
More times than not, so I guess it's 'bout perspective
My dog eats cow turds, it could always be worse
He could like my turds in the toilet, teeth first
My truck ain't new, but it's new-ish
Which wouldn't make a difference, the mud is an inch thick
And if my woman's talkin' then she's probably fussin'
About a lotta nothin', still we do a lotta lovin'
You gotta love it, every day's a good day
Just some are better than others, I guess you could say
[Lamar Williams, Jr.:]
Livin' every day like it's my birthday
'Cause ain't no tellin' when your call's comin' in
I know somebody gotta party, it's a Friday night
And ain't nobody trippin'
Got a full tank of gas, cold case of beer
My dog and my woman don't disappear 'til the sun comes up
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
Pretty much every one of my friends drink beer
Until their piss is but their vision ain't clear
And the cats in my yard are seventh generations (Seventh generation)
Inbred, if six dead, then ten replace 'em
But today I'm just making the choice to love it all (Love it)
What's a couple flaws? That don't bother Bubba, naw
My co-workers is goin' berzerk, what the hell?
The bossman trippin' too, hey, it's just as well
Either way, I must prevail, a good day
Becomes a great day when your perception ain't gray
I may pray but after that, I gotta live it
Gotta help you help yourself, do not forget it
I bought a lottery ticket and won another ticket
That's how he gives you another day, do somethin' wit' it
If I open my eyes then I'm a success
Just blessed, I'm alive, so what's stress?
[Lamar Williams, Jr.:]
Livin' every day like it's my birthday
'Cause ain't no tellin' when your call's comin' in
I know somebody gotta party, it's a Friday night
And ain't nobody trippin'
Got a full tank of gas, cold case of beer
My dog and my woman don't disappear 'til the sun comes up
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
Livin' every day like it's my birthday
'Cause ain't no tellin' when your call's comin' in
I know somebody gotta party, it's a Friday night
And ain't nobody trippin'
Got a full tank of gas, cold case of beer
My dog and my woman don't disappear 'til the sun comes up
'Til the sun comes up, 'til sun comes up, 'til sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up
'Til the sun comes up, 'til sun comes up, 'til sun comes up, 'til the sun comes up
Way Down South lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Kyle Cook, Danny Boone, Demun Jones)
We goin' way down, way down, way down south
We goin' way down, way down, way down
Then we work, work 'til we can't work no more
Then we drink, drink 'til we ain't got no more
Then we lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
We goin' way down
I'm a workaholic, alcoholic, everything-aholic
Hillbilly, bumpkin, whatever name you call it
My mama smokes Winstons and my daddy drinks wine
The Muscadine kind, and I love 'em, they mine
I got a big sister named Ginger that'll whip your ass
Quick, fast, this is something that you should know
We ain't just from down there, we're from out there
No newspaper, we ain't on their route, yeah
Yeah, country, no city water
No pizza, man, we didn't even get the order
But we workin', we ain't afraid of labor
When the works done, we wakin' up the neighbors
And they live a half a mile away from us
We crank it up louder, wishin' they would say somethin'
But, they wouldn't anyway, 'cause they on the way
Will we be alive tomorrow? We can only pray
We goin' way down, way down, way down south
We goin' way down, way down, way down
Then we work, work 'til we can't work no more
Then we drink, drink 'til we ain't got no more
Then we lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
We goin' way down
We comin' at you live from the bottom
Right-hand corner, 55° weather
But the summer like a sauna, man
You could cut the humidity with a husk of corn
(Country)
Damn skippy, can't wash it off ya
Hard-working daddy, mama mighty bossy
They don't like me runnin' with my buddy, Bubba
We be gettin' saucy
Like some good ole boys know to do 'round these parts
Whiskey sips got us fit to be tied
Pitching more than a hissy fit
Wide open spaces, out in the sticks
I'm in La Grange tryin' to holler at some dixie chicks
Don't get mad at me Natalie, I'm just tipsy as piss
We goin' way down, way down, way down south
We goin' way down, way down, way down
Then we work, work 'til we can't work no more
Then we drink, drink 'til we ain't got no more
Then we lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
We goin' way down
South
Way down, like Jones County
We candy cane, doin' it like it ain't
Lemme say it now, the replay on the rounds is Bubba, Danny and me
And we comin' to tear it down, and then we raisin' a banner
And we ain't takin' it down, we crankin' the music louder
We makin' it shake the ground and down and down
Hey, what you know about them loud-ass crackers, the gentlemen of the south
While we hangin' outta windows and ridin' 'round the town
In a black Duramax jacked way up off the ground
Smoke stacks, big grips, hips and bottle lifts
Drink bottles to the bottom 'cause we take big sips
And little bitty hips, but here that's a fact
Move your bottom, better get it together, now bring it back, y'all
We goin' way down, way down, way down south
We goin' way down, way down, way down
Then we work, work 'til we can't work no more
Then we drink, drink 'til we ain't got no more
Then we lay it down, lay it down, lay it down
We goin' way down
South
We goin' way down
South
Pay Attention lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Redneck Souljers)
Pay attention (Pay attention, pay attention)
Pay attention when I'm pullin' up at the traffic light
In that muddy Chevrolet, cooler full of Natural Light
Pay attention, pay attention (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Pay attention, pay attention (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Pay attention when I'm layin' down that 12 point buck
Then I skin him when I'm finished cook that tenderloin up
Pay attention, pay attention (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Pay attention, pay attention (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Pay attention when I'm talkin' I ain't into wastin' words
And a big country woman, that's wha Bubba K prefers
Pay attention, pay attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pay attention, pay attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pay attention to me dominating a game of corn hole
While I'm drinkin' on a Natty colder than the North Pole
Pay attention, pay attention (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)
Pay attention, pay attention (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)
Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard
Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?
We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs
We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt
Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard
Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?
We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs
Pay attention
We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt
Pay attention when my mama's fussin', she will slap you silly
And if you disrespect my brother, well then you'll just have to kill him
Pay attention, pay attention (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Pay attention, pay attention (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Pay attention to that mud hole, your truck will get so stuck
That you just abandon it, now wouldn't that just be your luck
Pay attention, pay attention (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Pay attention, pay attention (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Pay attention to them large mouth we pullin' out the lake
And if we pass the catch limit that's a law we're 'bout to break
Pay attention, pay attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pay attention, pay attention (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Pay attention to me thankin' Jesus before I go to sleep
Then I'm beggin' for forgiveness. pray to Him my soul to keep
Pay attention, pay attention (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)
Pay attention, pay attention (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)
Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard
Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?
We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs
We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt
Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard
Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?
We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs
Hey Bubba
We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt
[?] fast sack of that deer jerky
Slap 'er down on a biscuit with a bowl of grits
And a beer, ya heard me?
C Hubb is clearly hungry and if this ain't really country
Then quit your thinkin' dummy
Take a sip of the clear in this jar it'll leave you feelin' funny
We way out past the no trespasssin' signs
We got the grass, the shine, the country girls fat behinds
Damn near some mastermind, yup we can't be past the line
So get to waitin', here's some widdelin' sticks to pass the time
Coulda brought a little bit of smoke for me
I'ma get high as hell, and I got a little bit of shine with me
You mine as well count your blessin's
Did I forget to mention that [?] goin' off [?]
Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard
Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?
We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs
We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt
Pay attention to the words, soak up everything you heard
Look at how we do it, tell me what did you observe?
We ain't from the city, and nah, we ain't from the burbs
Pay attention
We came up from the mud and we represent the dirt
Bangin' lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Dan Rockett)
{"You-you-you got the blues"}
{"You damn-damn-damn sure got the blues"}
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Kick ass, quick fast, Bubba back
Where I was that sorry muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere through all
I don't wanna talk, give a fuck who calls
Oh it's momma, tell her I'll be there in eight
Just a big day, 100 K and live great
Headed this way Stumpy and D-Ray
Somebody gotta eat, might as well be
me and my seed, well B let's see
how quickly we can turn this kid
In the brand new verse I did
A lot more one time with a lot less
That life was a mess, this not stress
I can do this standin on my head
Them bitches end up wantin me for dead
But they should've used a cannon and the lead
So now it's my turn, tell 'em what I said
It's no such thing as fate, just what you make
It's no Tooth Fairy, just a toothache
It is a heaven though and it got a big gate
Saint Peter, meet my friend Ben Frank...
[Dan Rockett]
When I'm bangin on the gates of heaven!
When my TIME is heaven-sent!
Bangin on the gates of heaven!
Saint Peter come and let me in!
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Let me in the gate, nah I ain't on the list
I ain't got a hot pink band on my wrist
Probably got a lil' contraband in my piss
I ain't live my whole life plannin for this
I thumbed through the Bible, scanned the Quran
Not the most righteous man in the land
Hunted with the lions, ran with the lambs
My +Uncle+ raped me, that ain't natural Sam
We all got a story, most got a saga
Still hear the truth that's spoke by my father
Jim Beam sales has hope by the bottle
Life may suck but you don't gotta swallow
Love that man and his backwoods proverbs
Also love big tits or knockers
Even if they not hers shout to the doctor
Well Saint Pete, let us in, she gotcha...
[Dan Rockett]
Well I've been bangin on the gates of heaven!
When my TIME is heaven-sent!
Bangin on the gates of heaven!
SAINT PETER come and let me in!
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Oh yeah~!
E'rybody runnin everything and anything
E'rybody think they should be doin bigger things
Don't nobody wanna see it how it really is
Don't nobody really celebrate your big event
They just showed up hopin they can get laid
End up swingin dicks case, but in a bitch case
Make sure the T and A thing is in place
Then get shit-faced, daddy's little disgrace
Might make a mistake, might catch a big break
Either way she wanna infiltrate that big gate
Maybe heaven is a club that never shuts
down and the bill never has to be settled up...
[Dan Rockett]
Well I been rollin with the devil every chance I GET!
Now ya, see the shape I'm in
Well I've been bangin on the gates of heaven!
When my TIIIIME is heaven-sent!
Bangin on the gates of heaven!
Saint PETER come and let me in
Well I've been bangin on the gates!
Bangin on the gates, Lord
I'm bangin on, bang on the
Saint Peter, come and let me in
Ohhh, Saint Peter!
Country Folks lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Danny Boone & Colt Ford)
[Chorus - Danny Boone:]
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
I'm out here on a thousand acre plot of land
And I can't hear 'em hatin on me, I'm a modest man
Talkin with Jimmy Mathis and he got a plan
And when he talk I listen to him, that's a lot of man (pops!)
He said we need to take it back to the root of it
I put on for the country, that's the truth of it
I'm talkin last millenium we was reppin it
Before anybody had accepted it (anybody!)
We introduced 'em to the cooler on the tailgate
Full of cold Nattie Light playin "Satellite"
A lil' Dave while we misbehave, okay (okay)
Once we figured the game out, we go play (go!)
The generation of people that love 2Pac
And hate, we bangin it in the boondocks
Now put your drink in the air if you ain't scared
Dem folks been doin that thang, yeah
[Chorus]
[Colt Ford (Bubba Sparxxx):]
See me and Bubba, we've been doin this a long while
It sure seems a lot longer than a country mile
Hollywood look good, full of fake friends
I never thought we could ever be here again (we back!)
Time heals, one fell, one came up
Back together son, we gon' tear this thing up
A lot of talk cousin, I ain't gotta name 'em
They wanna be us, hell I can't blame 'em (nah)
So looky here, cold beer on the tailgate
Been doin this for some years, y'all so late (so late!)
Bangin OutKast and a little George Strait
Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K
[Chorus]
[Bubba Sparxxx {Colt Ford}:]
E'rything real funny 'til the money come (and then what?)
Now they want some (what) when they ain't wanted none (ohh)
And that's just how the thing go when you get 'er done (how?)
We did it son {y-yeah we did it son~!}
We was drinkin Jim Beam by the handle (handle)
Me and Steven heard they're loadin up ammo (ammo)
Bumpin Goodie Mob, real tree camo (camo)
This white boy really think he Rambo! (GO!)
Cut the beat on, I bet his ass jam though
You don't like it straight to hell is where you can go
12-pointer hangin right above the mantle
You don't like the program? Change the channel (woo!)
[Chorus]
Ride Out Of Town lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
[Intro]
Woo-WEEE!
Okay okay
I make a livin doin what the hell I wanna do
They still tellin you about it, I was showin you
In a black El Camino with a new señorita
and a chrome-plated nina, come see me (c'mon)
These young country boys wanna be me
But to be me, you gon' have to be me
And that's a hundred hour work week
pourin concrete dirt cheap, no that's not easy
Prayin in the moonlight tryin to do right
Please God, show me what it look like
Does it look like money? Does it look like Playboy bunnies?
How 'bout just money?
If not then it may not be funny
"Made in Georgia" tatted on my tummy
He told a joke when he said that's what he want
Cause really no he don't, I'm laughin cause it's funny
I pulled up with your sister Sunday
Pulled up with her bestie Monday
That's-that's-that's that dirt road mackin
Soak up these three lessons from me
(Here we go!) You was confused
You should be un-confused now
Hater get up on your horse
Get up on your horse and just ride out of town
[Chorus]
Turn it up, it's goin down
We gonna party when the sun goes down
If you ain't wit it, don't come around
Get on your horse and ride out of town
[Interlude]
Get-get up! (Ride outta town)
Get, get, get-get up! (Ride outta town)
Best around and blow me ten million dollars
Like it was your truckload, homeboy holler
And just as soon as I get another ten
I'ma make her head spin doin it again
I ain't that worried, I ain't concerned
Sat a few out, now takin my turn
Did what I did, got what I got
Should I be alive? Probably not
Probably still I honestly feel
like I'm for real a pretty big deal
Country and trill, 30-inch wheels
Back in this thang, that's what it is
I can get money, I can go broke
Either way it go I'ma be with my folks
Bubba ain't dead, y'all just scared
That must be why he ain't say what he said
What goes around comes right back around
Hater get up on your horse
Get up on your horse and just ride out of town
[Chorus w/ ad libs]
[Interlude]
Get-get up! (Ride outta town)
Get-get up! (Ride outta town)
Get-get up! (Ride outta town)
Get, get, get-get up!
[Chorus - 2X w/ ad libs]
[Outro]
Get-get up! (Ride outta town)
Get-get up! (Ride outta town)
(Ride outta town, ride outta town)
Get-get up! (Ride outta town)
(Get on your horse)
Get-get up! (Ride outta town)
Splinter lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Crucifix)
The world is cold as a winter
And people gonna get up under your skin like a splinter
[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx]
I got a whole lot of issues that are unresolved
I went 2 weeks without seeing nobody, just my dog
His name is Blao, he's the closest thing to a child
I may ever have, I’m selfish as hell, why lie
Too self absorbed of relationships, still I try
From time to time to find me one for my life
And my patterns are hard for a decent woman to
Respect or accept, so whores I keep em' comin through
In the bed with a babbling bitch that loves me
And she bad it’s just some about it’s ugly
After we finish, I hate when she try to touch me
It ain’t her fault, that’s just me
I slowly weigh down, but I ain’t perfect though
Relapse is a record that I done heard before
And I’m no Marshall Mathers, I’m talking Andy Mathis
I’m talking deadly habits, it’s so sad and tragic
[Hook:]
The world is cold as a winter
And people gonna get up under your skin like a splinter
I know I’m a sinner,
But all I can do is pray, god just take the pain away
Cause I’m cold as the winter
And life done got up under my skin like a splinter
I know I’m a winner
But all I can do is pray, don't let me lose my faith today
[Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx]
I tried my best to be so good to some folks
The same people showed me betrayal up close
The flip side of that coin is I’ve been negligent
With a lot of my real friends I never meant
To let a day turn into a month and then a year
Without speaking to you, I know that it appears
I just forgot about y’all but really in truth
I forgot about me too, this igloo
I built around myself it’s so frigid
And it ain’t melting away, I don’t dig it
I know life is gone, I’m gon' miss it
It’s like it never was here, if you don’t live it
I think about the past and get so livid
What the fuck was you thinking, I don’t get it
You so capable, personality magnetic
Life could have been so good if you had let it
[Hook:]
The world is cold as a winter
And people gonna get up under your skin like a splinter
I know I’m a sinner,
But all I can do is pray, god just take the pain away
Cause I’m cold as the winter
And life done got up under my skin like a splinter
I know I’m a winner
But all I can do is pray, don't let me lose my faith today
[Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx]
I may not be the shit to you but where I come from
Them people love Bub, therefor I must just
Stay faithful, the lord got his hands on me
And you don’t hate me, you just don’t understand, homie
There from humble beginnings I saw limitless
Possibility, fear was my only nemesis
Along the way I forfeited my innocence
But that is ok, thank you lord
For all the pain, the affliction
It’s like a mirror in my face that I need to see
All my loss, my addiction
Showed me something that I really needed to know about me
It’s like a shape to me, you’re more than me
Killing this heart is controlling me
Though I’m out of control, you still order me
Folding me up inside your hands and the words don’t come
[Hook:]
The world is cold as a winter
And people gonna get up under your skin like a splinter
I know I’m a sinner,
But all I can do is pray, god just take the pain away
Cause I’m cold as the winter
And life done got up under my skin like a splinter
I know I’m a winner
But all I can do is pray, let me make it through the day
Let me make it through the day.
Hairdresser Hot lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. The Lacs)
[Chorus: The Lacs (Bubba)]
She's hairdresser hot (hot) motorcycle mean (mean)
Hillbilly helmet, every country boy's dream (I must be dreamin!)
She cooks like her momma do, hammered drink Beam (Beam!)
She likes to leave her boots on, I love to make her scream (scream!)
She's been known to cause brawls, never pays for nothin (nothin)
Slips right through the law, touchy when she's buzzin (buzzin)
She's always up to somethin, I don't know about y'all but me (hey hey hey hey)
She-she-she-she-she-she-she's every country boy's dream
[Bubba Sparxxx]
My momma said, "That drama don't need it"
Dirt roads even out, county fair queen and
If you can keep it, you ain't gon' leave it
Neptune lookin boy, she ain't no Venus
Betty's so bad she don't need no tab
E'rything free that she throw back
E'ry dude here put a ring on that
But Betty ain't wit it, she'll veto that
She don't wanna ride nuttin, she wanna drive
Me and you, him and them, not about mines
A hotter country girl I really doubt you gon' find
Did a keg stand, baby now it's go time
Up top, round back, 'member how I found that new booty
Now "New Booty #2" to me
Hot like a hairdresser and she couldn't care lesser
Turn it up wherever, scared never
[Chorus]
[The Lacs]
Go hard, no charge
Skip to the front of the line, rock star
She got friends too, eight-nine-dimes
Anything less, she got time
Big city boy, big money man
Tryin to be slick, tryin to run game
Tease just enough to get free drinks
Then it's "By the way, I'm engaged"
(Damn) Dirty ass trick
by a chick that commit to blowin your mind
But your type just ain't her kind
Them country boys is what she like
Raised in the South, lil' cornbread fed
Big buck, big truck, and her tender legs
Hey, I'm on fire, gotta take a deep breath
She'll ride all night, she don't need no breaks
[Chorus]
[The Lacs]
She got that country swag, run lil' tags
Georgia boots and a camo bag
I'm talkin she fine as hell
Bad little Southern jezebel
She'll spend a hundred on her hairdo
Skull ring, don't let that scare you
Outlaw woman, what you think?
She only smokes when she drinks
She's a party star, runs the bar
Got a four-wheel drive and a little sports car
She hits the track, loves to ball
She rides on the back of a hog
She [?] when she's up in a bar
She loves to hear the sound of a screaming guitar
[Chorus]
Right lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Rodney Atkins)
[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx]
Boom Boom
Boom
Boom Boom
In a way it's the mistakes I make that let me know I'm livin'
A full assortment of feelings, baby I know I feel 'em
And most the time I'm feeling the way I feel
'cause I'm thinking the way I think, I'm living the way I live (so real)
And some lessons I learned with some I ain't concerned
And some of them do matter just gotta wait they turn
'Cause when the pain of staying the same outweighs
The pain of change I'll probably change my ways
[Hook: Rodney Atkins]
One of these days I hope I get this right
Put the puzzle pieces all together one time
Not a worry in the world weighing on my mind
Rolling slow and easy
One of these days I hope I learn my lesson
Get it figured out so I don't have to keep guessin'
Maybe when I'm eighty and I'm taking my last long ride
I just might get it right
[Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx]
Boom
Boom boom
Everybody know how to ride that horse 'til they own that horse
And it's bucking
They all would have did it like this should have did it like that til they get it like that
Nobody want to walk that walk and when they on that walk and need crutches
I Hope nobody give it right back
I Hope nobody did 'em like that
My pops is older now
And his life is slowing down
And he's still trying to get it right get it tight
'Cause what he's knowing now ain't nothing like what he thought
Ain't nothing like what I knew but what I know I think this life I love is so [?]
[Hook: Rodney Atkins]
One of these days I hope I get this right
Put the puzzle pieces all together one time
Not a worry in the world weighing on my mind
Rolling slow and easy
One of these days I hope I learn my lesson
Get it figured out so I don't have to keep guessin'
Maybe when I'm eighty and I'm taking my last long ride
I just might get it right
[Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxxs]
Maybe when I'm eighty my baby's babies no longer babies
I will still be talking crazy 'bout the moral observations that I'm gonna be making
As soon as tomorrow sun is raising
And I can just appreciate the fact that it's been amazing
The puzzle pieces they fit together as God intended
He never asked my opinion he had just dropped me in it
I'm grateful I'm thankful I'm better for all of it
The good and the bad the indifferent, all of it listen
[Hook: Rodney Atkins]
One of these days I hope I get this right
Put the puzzle pieces all together one time
Not a worry in the world weighing on my mind
Rolling slow and easy
One of these days I hope I learn my lesson
Get it figured out so I don't have to keep guessin'
Maybe when I'm eighty and I'm taking my last long ride
I just might get it right
[Instrumental]
Getcha A Pull lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Dirt Reynolds)
[Intro]
OWWWW!
Don't even matter to me baby
Well alrighty then
[Bubba Sparxxx]
I guess I just don't understand it, just ain't how it was made
You can't present it as love when it's undoubtedly hate
You can't be reckless, gon' bump it, think it's 'bout to be straight
When I look ya in ya face, this will not be the case (never!)
But I'm not a cage fighter, boy I'm simply a man
Had a plan to stack a hundred thou' and get me some land
And I did it one time, then I did it again (again!)
Did it 'bout a hundred mo' times, I promise ya can (you can do it!)
Got a 5-0-9 Merlin, baby it's purrin
At first it was roarin and my ride is not foreign
It was bought and paid for by not no snorin
Blew a whole lot of money and I'm fin' to blow more of it (get money!)
My girlfriend is made in America also (okay)
A mistress from Paraguay, and mine is from Oslo (okay)
I get 'em all together way out in the woods
And they get 'em a pull, and I get me a pull
[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx]
I got that asshole motor sittin under my hood
C'mon get you a pull, get'cha get you a pull
All the country girls they wanna know how good do I do it
I tell 'em get you a pull, baby get you a pull
Yeah buddy flexin hard, I really wish that he would
C'mon get him a pull, buddy get you a pull
The whole world can be yours dawg, I promise it could
Just gotta get you a pull, gon' get you a pull, woo!
Get'cha get'cha get'cha get'cha get you a pull, baby
Get'cha get'cha get'cha get you a pull, hoss
Get'cha get'cha get'cha get you a pull, baby
Get'cha get'cha get'cha get you a pull, hoss
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Oh yeah, hey
I ain't even slightly concerned with negativity
They talk and they talk and they talk, it never gets to me
I stay surrendered to God's will, that's my boss
So you can talk your lil' mouth off - brother (ha ha!)
It's none other than Bubba K from LaGrange (LaGrange)
Or Trap County to be exact, we run thangs (run thangs)
I done thangs to re-arrange the rap game (rap game)
The country lane, we doin the same thang mayne (c'mon!)
I never wanted your girl to become smitten dude
When she was kissin me, bet she was missin you
Yeah she was feelin it, and I was in the mood (what then?)
We never even made a song, couple interludes (ha ha!)
We had to get us a pull, you know the ritual (yeah yeah)
Then I walked on the stage and straight get into it (yeah yeah)
A couple thousand they screamin, they tryin to get a pull
So I give it to 'em, I had to give it to 'em (woo!)
[Chorus]
[Dirt Reynolds]
They wanna know what I got under my hood
Motor geeked up like I got blow in the fuel
Yeah, flow cold better get you some wood
Only wishful thinkin I'm doin is wishin you would
Boy, I came to win and don't care how I do it
Jump in the ring with a bull, scare it up out the woods
With no description or a fingerprint they know I'm that dude
Got 'em scared, rappers see me they attempt to elude
At the party I'm that dude who took a piss in the pool
Me and Bubba in the mud again with shit on our shoes
When my money be talkin, I can see 'em get scared
Got the lil' chick overseas, I'm havin foreign affair
Yeah, ay, I'm livin life like I struck oil
Matter fact, I'm thinkin 'bout inventin in the Cowboys
Supply the whole trap with cocaine cause it full up
They see me gettin money so they wanna get a pull of
[Chorus]
LaGrange lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Dan Rockett)
[Bubba Sparxxx]
I was, livin small, dreamin big, inconsiderate
of what they said a country boy could never represent
I might as well have said I wanted to be an astronaut
Pluto is doable, bein a rapper's not (what?!)
I've tried to listen but I ain't hear a damn thang
Sacrifice or regret, pick your path mayne
With either path comes pain but with sacrifice (what)
The pain is temporary (what) regret, that's for life (oh)
I ain't proud of a lot of what I had to do
In survival mode (damn) I kept my Bible clothes
But God's gotta know, my heart was never not
aligned with His will, my mind was hell-ish hot
It's His goal, when it's wrong then He'll tell me stop
If it's too right; well then a few nights
I stayed up, no sleep, just a heartbeat (what else?)
And some tear drops; but momma feared not
I'm comin home
[Chorus 1: Dan Rockett]
Take me back home to LaGrange
Walk me down that country lane
Where the air is clean
The sun upstairs is calling my naaaaaaaame
[Bubba Sparxxx]
I mean I just gotta say
It is the way it is man
The things have changed
And not necessarily for the better, you know?
They ain't fightin out here no more, no more
They got guns and they know for, know for
No hundred G's so dear of course, of course
Nobody wins in war except the morque
My hometown is different, from how I remember it
We never was innocent, but killin is senseless
The world is a battle zone, not just the Middle East
Not just big city streets, LaGrange is a little beast
Still it's my home though, you only get one of those
I owe it respect no matter what change it undergoes
Makin the muscles shows, people'll evolve
For better, for worse, bless and a curse, I need y'all
So I'm right back here, I swore if I ever left
I never would return, it feels like I never left
Never say never, is the lesson
The destination's the journey in what you make it
Okay
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2: Dan Rockett]
Take me back home to LaGrange
Walk me down that country lane
Momma open up your door
The Southern son is comin home to staaaaaaaay
[Instrumental]
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
[Outro: Bubba]
I'm comin home...
Comin home
I said I'm comin home
Down Yonder lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. I4NI)
[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx {I4NI}]
Big ol' trucks, big ol' guns
And you can bet yo' ass we don't run (we don't run!)
I keep an ice cold beer and two bad broads
Now let me tell ya about where I'm from (where you from boy?)
{Down yonderrrrr} Down yonder baby
Where we screamin "eye for an eye" (i-yi-yi)
{Down yonderrrrr} Down yonder baby
We don't die, we multiply (i-yi-yi)
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Yeah, ahh
We descended from a long line of renegades
From dirt roads to two lanes to interstates
From share croppin to coppin them Rocky Ridge trucks
We came a long way baby, you gotta get up
The New South, the old struggle, the new hustle
The money come, if you nurture it you'd do double
The whiskey flows, we guzzle it, and hunt trouble
We had a problem I'd let you know it, it wasn't subtle
We send them big trucks way up in the air
And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair
My boys and dem boys really don't compare
Country boy, city slick, get it anywhere
Over there, down yonder, no that ain't thunder
Big block, loud pipes, 808 drummer
Sour diesel, easin on up out the sunroof
Coors Light all blue, what it do fool?
[Chorus]
[I4NI]
Now let me talk to 'em, paint 'em a visual
They're seein one way not usin they peripherals
See it how I see it, walk in my shoes
And if the shoe fits then wear it cause I'm talkin to you!
Yeah, don't play with them boys, I'm tellin you right now
It's more than just music, that's really the lifestyle
Big ol' trucks, replace the hubcaps
Mickey Thompson tires equipped with the mudflaps (yeah)
Sittin jacked up, and if you act up
Big ol' guns, and a whole lot of backup
So don't pull it 'less you're gonna shoot it
City slick but still country rooted
I'm still the undisputed, voice, for them boys down yonder
All about the family, loyalty and honor
By any means we defend our perimeter
Party all night and go have lunch with the senator!
[Chorus]
[I4NI]
Yeah, Chevy sittin high lookin like I'm grave-digger
Overtime in the game I get paid quicker
And my people with me, all of them are made figures
And we don't run, so don't play with us
Winchester in my window, that's my .30-30
Better watch what you get into in the dirty-dirty
We grow a little grass, we have a good time
We ferment the mash, here have some moonshine
Fill up your glass, and just sip it slow
Now do-si-do, if you don't know it this is how it goes
You grab lil' mama by the hand and just hit the flo'
And get to movin around, feel it from head to toe (yee-haw!)
I keep that Lynyrd Skynyrd comin out my stereo
We good ol' boys, these people know us everywhere we go
So I be good to 'em, it's I-4-N-I
Where I reside we don't die, we just multiply
[Chorus]
Devil's Fire lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Daniel Lee)
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Some days I'm older than pa, some days I'm 21
Some days I'm infantile, but that's only when it's fun
Sometimes I'm momma's baby, sometimes I'm momma's pain
But I'm always God's son even when I'm inside the flame
I had to tell Bubba, "Stop fuckin with Andy, please
You see he's just tryin to live, and salvage what sanity
is left," every breath is humility versus FUCK y'all
Strapped on my big boy shit, and stood up tall
We came a long way from houses with dirt floors
to country boy turf wars, and this music ain't yours
All that I got to give 'em is everything that I gave
But they gave me nothin but pain, respect I have to take!
And tell me what is fake, I'm fuckin unfamiliar
Say what I mean, mean what I say, I have a plug to filter
Perhaps I feel the heat, maybe the flame engulfs me
But you will not sit on the fence about me, hate or love me!
[Chorus: Daniel Lee]
Standin in the devil's fire
Loadin up the furnace with black coal
I'm standin on a tight rope wire
Over the void that fills my soul
I'm burnin aliiiiive
In flames of desire
I'm standin in the devil's fire...
I'm standin in the devil's fire...
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Yeah yeah we all know, I fucked off a shitload
of money and did mo', dope in a fish hole
We all know I'm washed up, we all know it's been over
We know I can't get sober - anything else?
Oh yeah, Timbaland don't fuck with me no more
He's fed up with me of course, I still love him, he's my boy
The only thing I do know on some days is keep goin
Keep bustin, keep flowin, I'm somebody's hero and
the great thing about life is as long as you got it you got a
chance to do somethin about the room full of doubters that's crowded
I need to know they there, they are so vital to me
As long as they can boo-hoo, I know that I can do me!
The warmth of the devil's fire has me come uncovered
Through it all I call it caused but what it wasn't, was it?
It keeps me up and runnin, the past is the cold
The stove's the furnace of my soul, WHOA!
[Chorus]
[Daniel Lee]
Standin in the devil's fire
Burnin out the soul that bears my shame
In the kingdom of thieves and liars
If I could just go back again
I'm all out of looooove
And the flame's burnin higher
I'm standin in the devil's fire...
I'm standin in the devil's fire...
Wicked World lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Dan Rockett)
[Bubba Sparxxx]
There's no midnight train, no jet plane
No speed boat to usher in a hope
It ain't enough dope in the state of Idaho to make her feel whole
It ain't a strong enough rope to hold the weight of her soul
The love in her heart has slowly departed
and the seeds of her deeds became the loneliest harvest
She replays those moments like doin it enough
might somehow change the past and reshape the present
It was 11:11 on August the 4th
when the GPS of life forever altered his course
And all the time machine dreams, and all the remorse
in this world and forty more, couldn't heal up the sword
[Chorus 2X: Dan Rockett]
She's livin in a wicked world
What a wicked world
She's livin in a wicked world
What a wicked world she's livin in
[Bubba Sparxxx]
She just wanted attention
She was dependent on it cause as a child she was showered with it
It don't matter how she get it, hit her, or hit her
with the dick or the fist, her own brother used to try to kiss her
...Not like on the cheek
Like at night when she was tryin to sleep
Maybe she kissed him back on occasion
She was a real party favor
You couldn't hardly make her pick one
Tonight all the boys havin big fun
But soon the eagerest beaver looks in the mirror and sees her
Odder this become fun girl fodder, got her
[Chorus]
[Bubba Sparxxx]
She settled down to escape a duplicate of dad
A quaint suburban pad, and soon the two had had
their own seed, a reflection of her is full speed
In the bless it's as if the girl had made a wish
And God granted it, happiness busy plannin it
But uh-oh, girl's night, Friday night, she's hammered and
Thinkin 'bout the fact that she's still only 23
And plus, Lilly may not really be Billy's, she
in truth could belong to a multitude of dudes
More lies to disguise the ugly truth in you
She goes home to inform them the ensuin storm
Leaves her and lil' Lilly to momma's
and poppa's, aww naw, this is hard y'all
"Can you watch her tonight mom, cause pa's off
And me and him and Jim and Ben are hittin Nitro
DJ Tiësto is spinnin, but just tonight though"
Of course tonight turns into a week with no call
And then she finally shows up to find her clothes all
packed up, so is Lilly, and all that dad says
is "I done raised my kids, that's it"
So her and Lilly trudge over to pa's crib, but
he ain't havin it, "Nope, suck a dick slut"
They crash-landed in Cali as a true train wreck
You'd think the party was over, but it ain't yet
Her and Lilly, the queens of the city, day and night
Don't even sleep, two hearts beat, but it ain't of life
Then one day Billy calls and he's been contemplatin
the life he had with his favorite girls, the conversation
goes well for a spell, but then the chat turns
to meetin up, gettin somethin to eat, he had earned
a little extra money workin on the weekends
"Let me talk to Lilly-bug" - she ain't his really, what?
[Chorus]
American Strong lyrics - Overtime & Bubba Sparxxx
See we may not be right but we ain't doin wrong
We take it on the chin and keep on rockin every song
A little bit of country and a little bit of soul
We're takin our time down a one way road
Rememberin' our roots how our daddy's made us tough
We made a bond with buddies we would never give up
Thinkin bout the days that I wish were never gone
There's nothin like the feelin of American Strong
I've been down, I've been up, I've been through that bullshit
I've taken my licks and I grew up a tough kid
See most times I live life real slow like, no popstar
My life ain't what you think, all I've got, I've worked for
I'm a good 'ol boy from a good 'ol town, I been shit on but I'm still around
Wanna beat me, gotta shoot me down
Cause I ain't never give up you should know it now
Told the world they gotta fuck with me, cause I'm hotter than fire with gasoline
Country boy with a city lean, and an outlaw mind if I'm gettin mean
I've taken time to to reflect a life of the old ways when I learned to fight
When it was all good to be all wrong, when you fucked up you just made it right
It's sad today they don't raise em up to be grown men and that's wrong
Cause where I'm from it's all good to be raised American Strong
See we may not be right but we ain't doin wrong
We take it on the chin and keep on rockin every song
A little bit of country and a little bit of soul
We're takin our time down a one way road
Rememberin' our roots how our daddy's made us tough
We made a bond with buddies we would never give up
Thinkin bout the days that I wish were never gone
There's nothin like the feelin of American Strong
Overtime what up baby
I remember my roots they tellin lies ain't my truth
To some it might seem minute but them principles I won't dilute
My boots, still covered in mud, my heart it ain't nothin but love
This crazy world it does what it does and God up above me I trust
Must we discuss what's already understood
America just reflexed, each section of the whole wide worlds rejects
That's each sex or whatever box he or she checks
Everything in between every ethnicity, nationality no defect
Wanna get rid of them folks yours just might be next, just relax
Every human is human make sure you be strong where he lacks
And if he backs this candidate you adamantly feel differently
Just remember ain't either one of them shit to me
See we may not be right but we ain't doin wrong
We take it on the chin and keep on rockin every song
A little bit of country and a little bit of soul
We're takin our time down a one way road
Rememberin' our roots how our daddy's made us tough
We made a bond with buddies we would never give up
Thinkin bout the days that I wish were never gone
There's nothin like the feelin of American Strong
Country Boy Coolin' lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
I'm thinkin' I'm comin' you better believe (oh yeah)
The people ain't with us then tell 'em to leave (fuck out of here)
I'm stackin' my money this time I won't piss it away (no)
Help me lord to do all the shit that I say
Any way I'm just coolin' whatcha doin' girl
Stick a fork in the dork and come to the fort
'Cause I'm the closest thing to the number one stunna (stunna)
No country ass would ever dream of seein' run lover
I'm feelin' out of here (gone) I'm walkin' like a G
If you ain't talkin' 'bout greatness than don't talk to me
These guys love to talk, but they ain't fond of doin'
They fond of suein' and boo hooin' I'm coolin'
I know nobody can see me so smothin'
No stress I'm just country boy coolin'
Extra special is Whitney she wanna move in
Uh hu I'm just country boy coolin'
It's no discussion of drama we just shootin'
Tell the law I was country boy coolin'
They talk about me a lot don't mean I'm doin' it
Yeah man I'm just country boy coolin'
Country boy country boy country boy coolin'
Country boy country boy country boy coolin'
Country boy country boy country boy coolin'
Country boy coolin'
You love me you hate me the truth is a matter of nuttin' (zero)
I've given I've taken but fuck it the damge is done
The race isn't over my goal is to finish strong (strong)
Win and they silent but they shout if I did it wrong (fuck 'em)
Movin' on hit my phone if it's 'bout [?]
Besides that a lot of talkin' make my mouth hurt
And my ears I really must avoid that
I'll cause anything I get annoyed at
'Cause I'm coolin' but my partner still [?]
And loyalty's a tool when such and such we doin' (eh)
I finally know it, deep in my heart
That I'm the only one that can see Bubba Sparxxx
I know nobody can see me so smothin'
No stress I'm just country boy coolin'
Extra special is Whitney she wanna move in
Uh hu I'm just country boy coolin'
It's no discussion of drama we just shootin'
Tell the law I was country boy coolin'
They talk about me a lot don't mean I'm doin' it
Yeah man I'm just country boy coolin'
Country boy country boy country boy coolin'
Country boy country boy country boy coolin'
Country boy country boy country boy coolin'
Country boy coolin'
Country Folks (Remix v2) lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. I4Ni, Sarah Ross, Cypress Spring, Danny Boone, Lenny Cooper, Colt Ford, JJ Lawhorn)
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk (hey)
My country folk (hey)
Country fried tongue tied them haters
Bubba K's back french fry them taters
The truck sits high but the nuts swing slow
And I'm huntin' me a muddy hole (come on)
Dirty my cubicles it's just business as usual
To y'all it's unsuitable but to us it's beautiful
Fill up the cooler and lets maneuver through Trap County
The sheriffs my buddy so we ain't worried about that mountie (no sir)
Just ask 'bout me my reputation
Is that of a good dude that really was raised in
This here __cpLocation, it really did make it
Then planted the seed for a whole generation
Yeah I'm pretty good but God is great (great)
Keep him in my heart and I'll be straight (straight)
Without him in my home I'd go crazy
Ain't nothin' like my folks baby
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk (hey)
My country folk (hey)
We go back like a cold one and drink plenty
Way back like some Waylon and some Conway Twitty
I come from a little town yeah it's itty bitty
Far from a city ain't nothin' change in how I'm livin'
I got a vision and that's to never stop
Back road records gonna be bumpin' out your speaker box
We got this game on lock we raisin' to the top
Country folks yeah we rock
Hangin' round the bonfire on a Saturday night
And if you want to mess around we gonna put up a fight
Us country folk we all ride together
Yeah I want this moment right now forever
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk (hey)
My country folk (hey)
Country folk little smoke lotta beer
Pardon me I'm a Tennessee Volunteer (what's up)
Pour it up raise your drinks up high
Gotta a case of Bud Light and a jar of Apple Pie (hey)
Before we're done you can bet the sun comes up
Or the cops come then everyone runs
Work all week party on the weekends
Spend Sunday's fishin' drinkin'
Backwoods by the river in the sunshine
Not a worry on my mind tryin' wet a line
That's how we do it in the south baby all day
Work hard in the yard then we go play
Come home ta mama cookin' in the kitchen
Daddy's in his chair little whiskey sippin'
Tea's on ice fresh fried chicken
I love my life this here's livin'
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk (hey)
My country folk (hey)
See me an Bubba, we been doin' this a long while
It sure seems a lot longer than a country mile
Hollywood look good, full of fake friends
I never thought we could ever be here again
Time heals, one fell, one came up
Back together son, we gon' tear this thing up
A lot of talkers, and I ain't gotta name em'
They wanna be us, hell I can't blame em'
We been doin' this forever now the game done changed up
But let me tell you homie we gonna tear this thing up
Bubba K Colt Ford K-Mill is danger
Just remember the name because we comein' with bangers
Average Joe in the buildin' we don't kick it with strangers
Hold it down with my day one partners they helped raise me
That's the way the mud life made me
Keep it 100 till the good lord takes me
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk (hey)
My country folk (hey)
Real talk I'd spend all my money
Just to get another spoonful of grandmama's dumplings
Sippin' a cup of Jim Beam straight like it's nothin'
What up to all my people in the country
Country Folks (Remix) lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. I4Ni, JJ Lawhorn, Colt Ford)
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk (hey)
My country folk (hey)
Country fried tongue tied them haters
Bubba K's back french fry them taters
The truck sits high but the nuts swing slow
And I'm huntin' me a muddy hole (come on)
Dirty my cubicles it's just business as usual
To y'all it's unsuitable but to us it's beautiful
Fill up the cooler and lets maneuver through Trap County
The sheriffs my buddy so we ain't worried about that mountie (no sir)
Just ask 'bout me my reputation
Is that of a good dude that really was raised in
This here __cpLocation, it really did make it
Then planted the seed for a whole generation
Yeah I'm pretty good but God is great (great)
Keep him in my heart and I'll be straight (straight)
Without him in my home I'd go crazy
Ain't nothin' like my folks baby
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk
My country folk
See me an Bubba, we been doin' this a long while
It sure seems a lot longer than a country mile
Hollywood look good, full of fake friends
I never thought we could ever be here again (we back)
Time heals, one fell, one came up
Back together son, we gon' tear this thing up
A lot of talkers, I ain't gotta name em'
They wanna be us, hell I can't blame em'
So looky here, cold beer on a tailgate
Been doing this for some years, ya'll so late
Bangin' OutKast and a little George Strait
Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk
My country folk
Country folk little smoke lotta beer
Pardon me I'm a Tennessee Volunteer (what's up)
Pour it up raise your drinks up high
Gotta a case of Bud Light and a jar of Apple Pie (hey)
Before we're done you can bet the sun comes up
Or the cops come then everyone runs
Work all week party on the weekends
Spend Sunday's fishin' drinkin'
Watchin' NASCAR live on the T.V
Fried catfish coleslaw sweat tea
Big guns but only if we need 'em
Gods family freedom that's it
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk
My country folk
Backwoods by the river in the sunshine
Not a worry on my mind tryin' wet a line
That's how we do it in the south baby all day
Work hard in the yard then we go play
Come home ta mama cookin' in the kitchen
Daddy's in his chair little whiskey sippin'
Tea's on ice fresh fried chicken
I'm loveing my life this here's livin'
Yeah a man's word is his handshake
And the southern slang you can't translate
Everything's good we ain't on the ropes
Let me hear it one time for my country folk
Country fried, baptized in gravy
Can't wash off what the good lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road will get you home (come on)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet hole in a stop sign kind
Then I'm right there witcha put ya drinks up high
For my country folk
My country folk
Georgia lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx
That's what I'm a do I made me a song
About my home I've been gone for way to long
I belong to Georiga baby love that
It don't belong to me nobody run that
Not your governor (no) not your senator (no)
Not your congress person they ain't real enough
Not for these folks they got their own set
Of principals they different individuals
Atlanta is still the shit but I really miss (what)
How it was prior to 1996 (damn)
When the Olympic gimmick turned the whole town
Upside down it made it a city though
We ain't really slow we just layin' low
I let you play yourself then I take control
It's hard to summarize in just a couple lines
This place is fuckin' great say it a hundred times
We fly Delta and drink Coca-
Cola where I hang my hat
Sweet peaches with nice features
Yo I'm going home to Georgia
Ray Charles, Allen Jackson
The god father baby how you feel about that
Big city but not really
Yeah I'm going home to Georgia
Wo-wo wo-wo yo
I'm going home to Georgia
Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah
I'm going home to Georgia
I'm talking Ray Cross
I'm talking West Point
I'm talking East Point
And that is the point
If I'm south of Tennessee I'm at home
If you use to 'Bama baby this your song
I love the whole south I love the whole world
But no girl loves me like ol' girl
Down in Le Grange I can't change up
Not on her 'cause she would tear this thing up
I'm talking Albany
I'm talking Athens
I'm talking Brunswick
Yeah bitch what's happenin'
I like it I love it I'm so proud of it
It'd take the National Guard to get me out of it
Georgia
We fly Delta and drink Coca-
Cola where I hang my hat
Sweet peaches with nice features
Yo I'm going home to Georgia
Ray Charles, Allen Jackson
The god father baby how you feel about that
Big city but not really
Yeah I'm going home to Georgia
Wo-wo wo-wo yo
I'm going home to Georgia
Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah
I'm going home to Georgia
We fly Delta and drink Coca-
Cola where I hang my hat
Sweet peaches with nice features
Yo I'm going home to Georgia
Ray Charles, Allen Jackson
The god father baby how you feel about that
Big city but not really
Yeah I'm going home to Georgia
Wo-wo wo-wo yo
I'm going home to Georgia
Yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah
I'm going home to Georgia
I'm going home to Georgia
I'm going home to Georgia
I'm going home to Georgia
Mardi Gras lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Noah Gordon)
Woo
My daddy told me if you stay ready
You ain't gotta get ready, she way ready
Been in permanent Mardi Gras mode since
February '09 took a road trip
To the French Quarter and never made it back
If you catch my drift, where the Jager at
Mix a little Red Bull with it, uh oh, she ain't thinkin' 'bout nothin' she just go
Go, go, go, go, go, she had a man but she don't no more
'Cause she couldn't hold still, she ain't gon' chill
She Mardi Gras turned up, ah yeah, woo
That girl so, Mardi Gras
Wild as a fox so lawdy lord
She dancin' up on the bar
Just throwin' back those Jager Bombs
She 'bout to, to take it off
Bust a chain, break down the walls
If she, keeps keepin' on
That alcohol, I swear that y'all about to head west
The hottest thing y'all ever saw
That girls so, Mardi Gras
It's like every day is Mardi Gras
She workin' with a whole lot of give a damn (nope, nope)
Fall in love with her brother, you're in a jam (yep, yep)
She's workin' with a whole lot of energy
Spend a night with her you gon' have a memory (yeah)
She turn Mardi Gras into a adjective
Other girls talk about her she just laugh at them
On the clock 9 to 5, no daytime (late night)
When she shine, (oh) y'all can't shine (naw)
So Mardi Gras, but she don't want beads
She just want to do it big or she gon' leave
So Mardi Gras, that's how she gettin' it
If it ain't about a party [?]
That girl so, Mardi Gras
Wild as a fox so lawdy lord
She dancin' up on the bar
Just throwin' back those Jager Bombs
She 'bout to, to take it off
Bust a chain, break down the walls
If she, keeps keepin' on
That alcohol, I swear that y'all about to head west
The hottest thing y'all ever saw
That girls so, Mardi Gras
It's like every day is Mardi Gras
That girl so, Mardi Gras
Wild as a fox so lawdy lord
She dancin' up on the bar
Just throwin' back those Jager Bombs
She 'bout to, to take it off
Bust a chain, break down the walls
If she, keeps keepin' on
That alcohol, I swear that y'all about to head west
The hottest thing y'all ever saw
That girls so, Mardi Gras
It's like every day is Mardi Gras
Muddy Mess lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Demun Jones)
Ah-ah
I said ah-ah
Bubba K baby
Who I got in here with me?
Demun Jones
DJ K.O
One more time who am I?
Bubba K
We gettin'
Money, money, money
Yeah
OG's
OG's
Tripple like the x's in my name
(Where ya from?) GA
I pull up lookin' like a muddy mess
They ask me "Am I from the country?" Yes
I put in work, baby, nothin' less
I'm God blessed to be a muddy mess
Such a mess, I'm a muddy mess
The more they talk, they talkin' muddy less
I overdo it but I'm under dressed
Money, money, money
I went to London and they told me I'm a bloody mess
I told 'em wait 'til you see the other fella, what a mess
Saw the way that fabric fit I said "What a dress"
She asked me if I would visit it with her, I said "What address?"
I'm a mess, yeah the muddy
Since 2001 I run amuck amongst the uglies
I don't know what it is that makes me never ever give my truck a rinse
I keep it filthy as the government
And they lovin', lovin', lovin' it
Standin' on the banks, she finna bust and now she's bussin' it
This somethin' worth discussion? Well that just depends
Seldom ends where the love begins
I'd prolly pull up in a muddy Benz
Told a city slick we should just be friends
Then I handed her to scram 'cause she was a ten
Call my brother Demun we back in the mud again
I pull up lookin' like a muddy mess
They ask me "Am I from the country?" Yes
I put in work, baby, nothin' less
I'm God blessed to be a muddy mess (Muddy mess)
Such a mess, I'm a muddy mess
The more they talk, they talkin' muddy less
I overdo it but I'm under dressed
Money, money, money
I pull up lookin' like a muddy mess
Straw hat, wearin' boots, that's my Sunday best
Full speed, hammer down, 'bout to give 'em heck
Hand jack truck kickin' mud up above the rest
Crawled up out the sticks, Jones County redneck
Caught a couple critters bare hand without a net
Spent the money, here's to cashin' the bigger checks
Kind of dude you're gonna get, tyrannosaurus rex
Me and Bub 'bout to blow it up
And I ain't talkin' tannerite for fun, more like mega tons
Best be talkin' right, that's where we're from
The Peach State son, I'm bettin' we got plenty guns
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy
I'ma keep it def a hundred and fifty percent country
Keep it jacked up, truck beats bumpin'
Bouncin' up and down across the muddy south
I'm a muddy mess
I pull up lookin' like a muddy mess
They ask me "Am I from the country?" Yes
I put in work, baby, nothin' less
I'm God blessed to be a muddy mess
Such a mess, I'm a muddy mess
The more they talk, they talkin' muddy less
I overdo it but I'm under dressed
Money, money, money
(I used to be ugly)
Money, money, money
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