Uh-huh, uh-huh
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
This ain't a lecture, this ain't a verse
Born the second, I die the first
Of all the pain we endure in life
I bet dyin' hurts but lying's worse
Drive my hearse down 85
To mama's house north of LaGrange
Drop my corpse off on the porch
And leave my remains torched up in flames
Bidding wars, big city tours
The wanna know, is it really pure?
Could these country bumpkins be up to something?
'Sides eatin' chicken and sippin' Coors
'Fishin' lures on my Polo hat
I pity ya'll if you don't know that
I just left LA and I won't go back
'Til I'm sittin' on 24 gold plaques
Whether with my folks or with solo raps
They get no fuckin' compromise
So let that shit be understood
'Fore we cross the t's and dot the i's
Keep occupied 'til God arrives
To show ya'll just what Bubba meant
To tamper with how He wrote the script
Clearly makes no fuckin' sense
Substances that's pure to us
Contaminated by your device
But we keep the course that was set for us
'Cause eternity's an echo of life
Please Lord keep Bubba clean
Keep Face clean, keep Kosha clean
As we walk the road that's travelled less
Please don't suggest no chlorine
[Kosha:]
Tell me how Lord
Ain't the outcome
Ever be what you want it to be
'Cause if it's fiction
You're the patron
Then why the hell would you listen to me
So if you feel me
Let your heart speak
And when you say it just say what you mean
It's your picture so paint it
All he'll do is taint it
Real simple now ain't it
Just saying no chlorine
[Bubba Sparxxx:]
I been puttin' it down, constantly
'Til the microphone just can't take no more
Ride a track like a set of Bose
If the beats ain't tight I let it go
I'm here to show and to let you know
That flow stay tight like well water
2 Face, Kosha, Bubba Sparxxx
Look God now we've got hell started
In the streets we known for this
Back to back makin' songs that hit
Every track is platinum bound
And some of ya'll think we wrong for this
Record execs with fat checks
Contract filled with stipulations
Half a page of what I shouldn't say
And the rest be the what they want me sayin'
I ain't playin' that's for real
I ain't scared, that's for real
Don't think I'm stupid, that's for real
Take it or leave it, that's the deal
You can't edit this
Better keep on tryna to hold me down
Just to discredit this
Put it on wax and let it hit
I'ma just speak my mind in the midst of this
Find the time to make sense of this
Despite the lies and the politics
Or the A&R rep with the sales pitch
I'll sign my name on the dotted line
If it's clean that mean no loopholes
No catch-22's an no more chlorine
No, no sir
[Kosha:]
Tell me how Lord
Ain't the outcome
Ever be what you want it to be
'Cause if it's fiction
You're the patron
Then why the hell would you listen to me
So if you feel me
Let your heart speak
And when you say it just say what you mean
It's your picture so paint it
All he'll do is taint it
Real simple now ain't it
Just saying no chlorine
[2 Face:]
Take a look at me, now what you see?
This good lil' girl growed up to be
May not be what mom wanted me to be
But I'm damn sure gonna make her proud of me
I done been there done that, now what
The grind on the come up, now what
From the bus to the big Benz, now what
Tied up the loose ends, now what
Queen back and a few good fans
You got Kosha, me and Bubba K
2 F-A, C-to-the-E
Play no games, you know the name
'Bout that change, front no lames
Stay true to the game on the road to fame
Ain't shit gon' change
Only what you see
So raise the fuck up, back up off of me
Stop sweatin' me, tryna handle me
Critiquing me, just let me be
Why do it gotta be about what a bitch say?
Why it gotta be about what a bitch raise?
Shorty got bread so I'm telling you
Fuck you and what you said
I done paid my dues, played the rules
Don't peep those fools, I ain't tryin' to lose
This shit here I been blessed with
Got a flow an nothin' for you to mess with
And I keep it trill, keep it clean
No additives, no chlorine
Be the credits who wrote this
I did it in the rhythm who flowed this
I spit it, think you bad enough to fuck with it
But I'ma let you know I bust like a rubber nigga
I bust nigga
[Kosha:]
Tell me how Lord
Ain't the outcome
Ever be what you want it to be
'Cause if it's fiction
You're the patron
Then why the hell would you listen to me
So if you feel me
Let your heart speak
And when you say it just say what you mean
It's your picture so paint it
All he'll do is taint it
Real simple now ain't it
Just saying no chlorine
Tell me how Lord
Ain't the outcome
Ever be what you want it to be
'Cause if it's fiction
You're the patron
Then why the hell would you listen to me
So if you feel me
Let your heart speak
And when you say it just say what you mean
It's your picture so paint it
All he'll do is taint it
Real simple now ain't it
Just saying no chlorine
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