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]

Bubba Sparxxx other songs:

 

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

No Chlorine lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Kosha, 2 Face)

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

There I Go Again lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx

This song is for anybody that's got regrets...

Get over it!!

I remember it all too well

Everything ended all to hell

Her love, her patience, her tolerance

She had alot of it

She had alot to give and I took it

Til I didn't want it no more

Then I booked it

I wonder if I hada took a right

When I hooked that left

What would life be like

[Chorus:]

There I go again

(Here I go with that bullshit)

Thinking bout everything that coulda been

(Coulda, woulda, shoulda)

Instead of the places I still could go

(Whatcha gon do today?)

Just wasting time like I got it to blow

You know what?

Fuck that shit!

Its time to start living, instead of just waiting to die

I said, its time to start laughing, instead of just waiting to cry

And its time for me to get over me

(Time for me to get over me)

Yeah its time for me to get over me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm most alone when I'm in my past

Still I drift, letting right now pass

Instead of just learning from it, I dwell

It's my prison

It's my hell

Sure, I coulda done alotta shit differently

I gotta know that it just wasn't meant for me

My energy is worth more

This day will have no encore

[Chorus]

If I could just get me outta the way

There's probably nothing I can't do

If I could just learn how to love me

I just might could stand you

I think about Tru & JoJo, sitting in that cell on SloMo

I gotta go

I gotta do it for them

I gotta do it for me

I gotta do it again

Go!

[Chorus]

"The Charm" (2006)

Represent Lyrics – Bubba Sparxxx

I'm supposed to represent

[Verse 1]
I'm too motherfuckin raw to be all, worried if these broads, is fuckin with me
Y'all can suck my right and left nut with the same slurp
Nomore of the fames perks, I'm back in LeGrange hurt
Can't work, same dirt I thought I had wiped off
The same jerk that used to jerk Paul now he's my boss
Lonely if I lost, my light on the pathway
Nomore Bubba K., just as white as a trash day
Say you can take the boy out of the country
But can't take the country out the boy, even with money
I believe it was funny, I was deceivingly burning
At the Four Seasons, all four seasons with Sunny
But I'll be just fine, the grind's in my bloodline
It's what's in your guts time, baby I'm one rhyme
From being what that man paid me to be
Wasn't no concrete but I was raised by the streets

[Chorus]
It's your turn, you supposed to represent
Do yo thang, you supposed to represent
Stop Playin', you supposed to represent
It's only right, you supposed to represent
It's your turn, you supposed to represent
Do yo thang, you supposed to represent
Stop Playin', you supposed to represent
Not only get money, you supposed to represent

[Verse 2]
Sometimes you gotta lose yourself to find out where you really are
Let the cut burn then you know you earned it when it scars
I been a star, my name rang bells
But it means not a thing if it can't bring sales
If you ain't seen hell you should get a load of this
Just a dose of hopelessness while you sip your Mo and Cris
If I ain't on your list, shit you can't win them all
But until he died, most of y'all ain't fuck wit Biggie Smalls
Atleast south of D.C. and west of Pittsbrug
That points, they don't know you 'til you resting in dirt
If resting is sure, a loser isn't sexiness
So make me the deadliest, MC I guess it just
Wasn't meant that I be mentioned with the greatest spittin then
Lord atleast let me get it up and pay the rent again
You may intend to win but my alternative's
The coffin or the furnacing, talking more determinant

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
What, you think I'm scared, you think I'm a pussy?
Really now, how far did you think you can push me?
Before I snap, just like that and bust back
Fear, he don't live around here, what's that?
What, you think I'm scared, you think I'm a pussy?
Really now, how far did you think you can push me?
Before I snap, just like that and bust back
Fear, he don't live around here, what's that?

[Verse 3]
Just stack, get your mind right and get your cheddar better
Volcano gone erupt, it won't lay at rest forever
Every level of the game, these country boys gettin to it
Nothin but your lips is movin, Hush you body shit and do it
I been knew it, you don't wanna jump bad
Hatin escalates and you don't want it to become that
I'm from that, dying breed of white MC
That knows what it's like to be told it ain't right to be
Rappin, now adapting just so happens it's the thing now
To get a cracker on your roster since Marshall came out
I can't explain how, vital time it is
Even now I wouldn't exchange our lives, mine for his
Like this

[Chorus]

Heat It Up Lyrics – Bubba Sparxxx

Heat it up when this shit drop [2X]
Bubba Sparxxx, Collipark

[Chorus]
Heat it up when this shit drop
In them big spots
Where the players let them bottles pop
See the steam on her back when her hips pop
She get it real hot, so heat it up girl
Heat it up, get it up, keep it up there [4X]

[Verse 1]
What it is, how are things
My phone was on silent for a minute now it rings
If you too cool, then I'm too cool
Let's not boo-who, let's just do what we do
Movin on, new song, new loan
Sometimes you can move right and still do wrong
Aint nothin' fancy, just line up and run it
By the time you've finished talkin' bout it, I'll be done done it
Collipark, Bubba Sparxxx
Do the Ying-Yang thang or anythang, I'm just a star
Ms. New Booty, thank you ma'am
Bottom broad brought me back, dawg this money changing hands
A lot this way, a little thattaway
Earn Sunday through Friday, spend on Saturday
Yeah that's the play, get it up and keep it up there
Heat it up slow, let him quickly beat it up, Yeah

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
What it is, tell me the good news
I got a tool in my draws that you should use
Give that thang a good bruise, beat it on up
Girl you've been misused, heat it on up
I'm gone show you, what it was made for
Actin' like you scared and unprepared, but you ain't though
Grab your ankles, yeah that's the angle
I'm gone make a stank hoe of daddy's little angel
I'm at the condo, with General Patton
Losers make excuses, winners make it happen
We can pull the rides out, give you somethin to cry about
Give you somethin to lie about, inspiration while you pout
We can pull the broads out, in a straight line
Yours ain't fine fuck it, here, take mines
Dude you way behind, get on Bubba K. time
I'm lightyears ahead, have a light beer instead, yeah

[Chorus - 2X]

Claremont Lounge Lyrics – Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Killer Mike, Cool Breeze)

[Intro - Bubba Sparxxx]
Haha, yeah
It is I (it is I)
I don't know 'bout all that other shit, can't call that
But beside this motherfucker right here
This motherfuckin boo
Hey that's me all day, all day, twice on Sunday
Hey what I motherfuckin do I rap, I rap
Hey, what's happenin
God dammit
Get these pussies off me, will ya?
I love it, haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx]
I'm fittin to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge (at the lounge)
The money's low, but I dare not scrounge (don't scrounge)
Cause I'll be right back (right back) and the money'll follow
It's cloudy today, it'll be sunny tomorrow
I promise (promise), honest, every week let's do some other shit
Liver than that other shit, bitch I'm still the fuckin shit
I've got my publishing (check) and my royalities (check)
Never lost loyalty, it's Organized Noize and B
You bitch, you already know the remainin
Let us jealousy, I don't entertain it (nope)
I got a cave bitch (white girl), she's a cheerleader (pom pom)
I split a 12 with her (Miller Lite), she licked this here penis
Snatched her from a ballplayer, that wasn't playin ball
He paid for it all, but she wouldn't take it off (ha)
So I'ma take it off his hands, I know you heard of that
And I'ma murder that furry cat for a fact

[Chorus - Bubba Sparxxx - 2X]
I'm fittin to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge
The Claremont Lounge, the Claremont Lounge
And once she get a whiff of this, believe it's goin down
it's goin down, right now it's goin down

[Verse 2 - Killer Mike]
Floss, comin through L or Tampa on vogues (on vogues)
In Uncle Mooney's 'lac wit a hoodrat ho (Mooney)
She got three kids and about four goals (four goals)
She serve her pop ex and fuck other hoes
She used to fuck with this nigga named Tone, that was on
Even frontin her the zones, 'til he died in born homes (*laughing*)
he was killed by a young nigga creepin with the chrome
Took the money out the trunk and like sixteen zones
But fuck that, let's take it back to the 'lac
Me and this batch laidback burnin purp sacks (okay)
High as fuck, contemplatin million dollar plans (uh huh)
She a million dollar bitch and I'ma million dollar man (million dollar man)
Only thing missin is about a million dollars (what?)
Sent her ass to the country with the work and a Impala
I gave her sixteen ounces and told her hold daddy down
And I'll meet you in a week at the Claremont Lounge (yeah)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Cool Breeze]
Hey look, I chillin in the lounge and this girl gonna walk in the bathroom
She said damn you look cute, but why you ain't got no tattoos
I said I didn't come to look cute, Cool came to cut (cut)
And damn you look cute, why you ain't got no butt (butt, ooooo)
Hey, walk back to my seat, I guess shorty felt dissed
Cause I see this sucker checkin me, while I'm checkin the mix
So I walk over to him, bro I don't care who you wit
Man you better be like G-Rock and "go and get that bitch" (go and get that bitch)
I let Bubba security handle that, step back to the back
Man you ought to be ashamed to run your mouth like that
This my house, don't tell me how to do my thing
I don't like you, you really on my promotional team (ooooo)
See you could of got a cameo at the video shoot
See I could of got you a bitch at the video shoot
But you to busy out here lookin cute tryna take your shirt off
If we was in a group, I'd have your microphone turned off

[Chorus]

As The Rim Spins Lyrics – Bubba Sparxxx

Yep, yeah
Yep, yeah
Yep, yeah
Oh

[Verse 1]
I'm on, I'm grown, I'm so in my zone
You ain't gotta tell me, I know this my home
Throw me my phone, let me call up anybody
Who don't know about it and tell 'em I am him
Pale and not so slim
But I shine bright even when it's dark and grim
She marched on in but she far from a saint
Knowin you's pretendin that you are what you ain't
Cause your startin to taint what once was pure
Irregardless I must endure
Cause what's for sure, is that I am blessed
Just give me what I'm owed and I might get rest
See slight success, only brings more hunger
But don't you mistake lightning for thunder
Cause thunder just rumbles, lightning strikes
Like men of great faith, then white's hype

[Chorus]
Why your rims spin, spinnin
I ain't slept ten minutes
No shut eye 'til this is
right, yeah, is finished
I came for that big spinach
And I can't get it, with image
So all I can do is spit vintage
Again and again and again

[Verse 2]
Just draw the play up and run it
Vision, something that's great, I've become it
I played it and won it and profited it from it
A wonderful life and with honor I've done it
But you gotta confront it, it's permanent shorty
Feel the flames is burnin you softly
Yes these lames is certaintly salty
That's how I know that the birds is off me
All I really ever wanted in my whole life
Was to stay the whole night, in the morning no flight
To have my own wife, instead of havin to borrow
Johnny's in Philly and Chad's in Toronto
I ask for a lot though, thus I accept it
I'm gonna die lonely, big money's my homey
So Betty why don't we proceed to the suite
My pet snake skeet, so eager to meet (yeah)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I'm special, especially when these lames is next to me
Every check I see, bring the flex outta me
Girl I'll pay for your love, and the sex I'll free
Okay, don't play, you gon' stay, then stay
But if you afraid of livin, then you ain't really wit it
Then please be on your way, with no delay
They say only the strong survive
And it seems that you gotta do wrong to thrive
But the truth ain't dead, I'm so alive
You don't want me to shine, then close your eyes

[Chorus - 2X]

That Man Lyrics – Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Duddy Ken, Sleepy Brown)

[Chorus - Sleepy Brown]
Everywhere that I seem to go, all people they know
There goes that man
Cadillac's steady move, all ladies choose it
There goes that man
Been all around the world and I kissed every girl
There goes that man
Girl this ain't no kind of allusion, it's really that man
There goes that man

[Verse 1 - Duddy Ken]
Hey, when we step up out the play man
We bring that monster A game
Switchin or say through lanes
Green on my shirt like Tulane
Drunk and drivin in two lanes
Dirt Reynolds, that's the new name
Dip out and handle a few thangs
Bet I come back a rich man
Some of these cats is bitch made
My shift be like a switch blade
The doors, open this way
That man, went that a way
Chase cheese like a rat race
Push my button like there
And that's gonna get you nowhere
Just like you 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

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Bubba Sparxxx]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Shit, I'm a Dodge Rammer, god damn if I ain't two and 0
I'm competin and momma's eatin, so am I losin? No
But shit was movin slow, I had to switch machines up
Destiny don't always match with the shit you dreamed up
But Bubba ain't no cream puff
In my life, I've seen much
Held the thrills and the spills
Through it all, I kept it trill
Guarantee I never will ever feel as helpless
As I did these last couple years, I know you felt this
Really don't expect no forgiveness for "Deliverance"
Then again I offer no apologies, I meant the shit
Cause I lived the shit, truth is truth and that's the end of it
I'm up and runnin, bet my jersey's in the rafters when I sit
Watched it when I get a hit, everybody benefits
I'm far removed from innocence, a year older than twenty-six
Pussy just remember this, I ain't chose the path I'm on
If you want it, come and get it, as that man I stand alone (oh!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
Duddy! Haha
Uh huh, hey say, hey let the guns play
I just came with "Me, Myself, and I" like Beyonce
Let these suckers run they coffee coolers, I'm the truest
country 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
Fucker [echo]

The Otherside Lyrics – Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Petey Pablo, Sleepy Brown)

Try this one!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx]
I come, they go, I run, they slow
Ain't ashamed that I did what I did
I just lived how I lived, your life say so
Ain't a single hole I can't roll
I'm platinum, they proud of they gold
Buckhead bouncin, moved a little ounces
Talkin out loud, but I didn't know
Waitin for the day that Bubba K blow
When you got a show though, bet you can't fold
Ask 2 Stoute, he know what I'm talkin 'bout
Motherfuckin bank account, they say o's
These hoes better stay on they toes
The deep play threat, I just may go
87 yards in the blink of an eye
It really don't matter what you think of the guy
Cause I'm eager to try this style and that style and stack piles
of cash, While sayin somethin, dude's agile, hear that wow
A bad child that turned good, now I earn good, but I burn better
That kush, please just shush wuss, I'm the team captain, get your first letter (bitch!, pussy)

[Chorus - Sleepy Brown - w/ ad libs]
Your thinkin your that boy, know where I cut boy
I'm on the otherside of the room
Your lady been frisky, tell her come get me
I'm on the otherside of the room
If you came to party, let's go get it started
I'm on the otherside of the room
Whether you wit me, or you against me
I'm on the otherside of the room

[Verse 2 - Petey Pablo]
We never refused to carry them thangs (click, click)
Back in the days, hot as a flame
And I sent 'em through the blaze
All day for the pay, dollar bill from the 'caine
It's the Mr. Motherfucker wit a hundred different names
Ain't fuck with nobody (body), ain't want no problems
I've been, there but quite understand
A man that never talk hardly
stayed to his self (cha cha), quiet as kept
With a coldness in his eyes, that'll scare you to death
I was on my way, man I had one foot in the grave
Motherfucker I stayed contemplatin about my last and final day
Wasn't supposed to be nothin
Niggaz supposed to gave me life in prison
Last pick, misfit, partner did the full 20
Hey, I'm right here, heat it up, got the whole world shakin for me
Haha sayin (sayin)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby death and taxes ain't the only thing certain
to come unnerved from out from behind the closed curtain
Bubba skirtin, what's the word
You must of heard a lot of BS was asserted
Since none of us perfect, wonder who that was unnervin
Not me, not you, grin and bear it, got to
If they ain't worried about you, and they ain't worried about you
Here, here, get it clear, disappear from out my hemisphere
If indeed you got some business here, then state it crystal clear
All this fake innuendo from little minos
Gon' make the big O, fish up lower on the fish hole
Bub came to name baby, tell me that I did so
I'd rather watch my momma 'Get Low' then quit this fo sho (yo)

[Chorus - 2X]

Ain't Life Grand Lyrics – Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Scar)

[Chorus - Scar]
Ain't life grand
You're workin to the bone
You're givin it, then it's gone
You keep on or you don't
Ain't life grand
You're workin to the bone
You're givin it, then it's gone
You keep on or you don't
Ain't life grand

[Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx]
Yeah
This is it, put the kids to bed and get your shit
A hit's a hit though, but took I ain't forget this shit
But when we get a hit, we only slack a little bit
But y'all gettin sick of banjos and fiddle shit
I hit a lick with it, but now I'm feelin brand new
It's time to reinvent again and win again
So can you, put on that loop
Split the blunt and food
And send me on my merry like you did my favorite rap group
We outlast and outclass these vagabonds
Dungeon Fam, yeah pass me that baton
See my medicine, as an adolescent one was
Black eyes and Babylon, shit that's what I'm proud I'm from
And What I have become is a major fact that one
They don't mention much, but trust they know that cracker's on
Fuckin believable, believe it dude, please don't let me intrude
Smoke the blunt and eat your food

[Chorus]

[Break - Scar]
You sit and wonder 'bout it
You hope and wish you got it
You try your best to hide it
You'll have to keep from cryin
(Ain't life grand)
One day your on a high then
Next day you wished you died
Folks hate it when you're ballin
They'd rather see you gone

[Verse 2 - Bubba Sparxxx]
This is me man
I just bust, I don't adjust much
To bust what this month left, I'm huff puff
On the hush hush, they'll never touch us
Dis-a-gust the national, that's putt putt
I'm in the Butt Hut, 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)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
In conclusion
Listen to me when I'm talkin to you young fella
It's fittin to start rainin, hope you got an umbrella
I'll probably never be a number one seller
Might of been beige, but I never was yella
And when I saw yella, I don't mean yella
As in light skin, I just mean the type when
The beef heighten, get to sprintin right then
Like a herd of bison, when I start riflin
Oh yeah, I will go there
Cause I'm from nowhere and I really don't care
If a pussy wanna stare, then a pussy gon' wear
My hand across the face, when I put it on there
I'm a one in a million, Dungeon affiliate
I brought you the realest shit and a bunch of you feelin it
This gun I will empty it, if the chatter continues
You never did like me, but you had to pretend to
Cause that just what men do when they hear we blew
Thirty million dollars, just as fast as them trees blew
Then how he refueled, and with Big rebooed
This whole fuckin ship for a like a million and three moons (bitch)

[Chorus]

[Break]

[Outro - Scar]
Ain't life grand ...
Ain't life grand ...
Ain't life grand

Run Away Lyrics – Bubba Sparxxx (feat. Frankie J)

[Verse 1]
I don't need this, all I need is us - come on girl let's put it in the wind
I don't care none about no one, if they loved us they should it did it when
They had a chance but now the dance is over and fa sho its our way time
Let the top down, we can't stop now, explain the past - baby I ain't tryin
I ain't lyin, when I say we done came of age and when thangs done changed
Time to spread our wings, fly to better things, pack ya suitcase todays the day
Don't tell ya momma don't tell ya sister it'll only complicate the issue
We'll mail 'em a box of tissues, the only one that loves you is right here with you
Girl don't ever look back, our destiny awaits us
And whatever place we pump the brakes I'll work my hands to the bone n just what it takes to
Give us everything our folks never had, I'm prepared for that
It may take a while but Ima make ya smile forever I said a prayer for that and
I know he's listenin atleast to this one, if you never heard none of the others
This is me and you and Im'a see it through from this highway to under the covers, baby!

[Chorus]
Oohhhhh Hoooooo!
I wanna run away with you (I wanna run away, I wanna run away)
I wanna run away with you (cuz baby your my everything)
I wanna run away with you (I wanna run away, I wanna run away)
I wanna run away with you (cuz baby your my everything)

[Verse 2]
We got off the exit in Waco, Frankie J was on the radio
I asked her was she afraid to go all the way with this, she delayed to know
I said baby I just need to know, if you ain't down we can turn around
Your happiness is my happiness and thats the only thing thats concernin me now
Just hurt me now, she said "would you please just let me talk for once?"
Then all at once she went in to how she been tryin to prevent this all for months
Not at all because she didn't love me and only me, it's just that she
Had withheld one vital piece of info, she looked up at me
With both eyes full of tears, she said "you remember that day at the clinic?
I went in with the doctor and told you I did it? I wasn't able to go through with it"
No you didn't, how could you? Wait a minute, that makes you what?
3 months and some change, well baby doll that just ain't enough
To derail us cuz see, that just means there's three of us
But answer this, at what point did you think this topic should be discussed?
I don't know whether to cry or smile, but somehow I'm doin both
But this changes nothin, I got 2 babies and I solemnly swear to be true to both, baby!

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Frankie J]
I wanna run, wanna run away
There's nothin they can do or say to make us stay
I wanna run, wanna run away
There's nothin they can't do, there's nothin they can't say
I wanna run, wanna run away
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I wanna run, wanna run away
I wanna run away, baby

[Chorus]

Wonderful Lyrics – Bubba Sparxxx

[Intro - talking]
Make way
We point you to the money
Bubba K
We point you to the money
We paid, Bubba here

[Chorus]
I don't know about y'all, but I feel wonderful
Yeah they lookin at me, yet I'm so comfortable
Girl look it here, I feel sensational
This that boy that you've been waitin for
B-U-B-B-A-K
Betty boo never mind what they say
B-U-B-B-A-K
What can I say today's been a great day

[Verse 1]
Everythang's funny at first
'Til I showed 'em how much bein country is worth
Just bought me a Dodge, a Hemi, give me 20 new 20's
I'm on day number 3, I need some energy in me
I been in the city behavin like I'm still in the woods
Just a white boy livin life as trill as I should
Really good, if I say so myself
Might be a little pale, they can't hate on much else
Cause when I take this shirt off and show this girth off
It's all over but the tears, if your ho is up in here
Go on throw a couple beers on my tab tadpole
Life goes on, so you got your little rascal
Hate to blame you, I'm just celebratin me
it's goin down tonight, better tell 'em baby D
Now say WHO'S world is this, must be Bubba K's
Couldn't be no other way, hey

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Up up, up and down on my back baby
Everybody singin now, 'cept for the fat lady
I may be half crazy, but I feel full blown
Huntin for a fire, to throw my little wood on
Chop chop, heat it up, beat it up, eat it up
With Dre and G wildin, these freaks love each of us
Now it's new to Louise to love
Cause peepin is for communist and Bubba is a capitalist
Sit down on my lap and let's
Talk about the first thing that pop up little Michelle
A whisper when it's in a shell, turn the yellow into swell
Already been to hell, I'm tryin to see how heaven feel
Could of cracked a cranium or two, but still I kept it chill
Let me live, I let you live, bygones is bygones
I worked my movie or two, do your dance to my song
We won't be alive long, but since the court afforded us
The luxury for a minute, I'm feelin glorious

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I'm in a good place, I've got this thing whooped
I'm cookin with grease, these suckers can't look
They disgusted and it baffles me
I'm rappin happily again, you should be glad for me
Actually, you can get on 85
Goin through the southbound lane, you okay to drive
Cause they can't deprive us, this is our turn way
'Hip Hop Hooray' it's everybody's birthday
You need a hearing aid, I said I feel wonderful
I'm fittin to take it to the house and pick my own fumble up
And anyone that loves life as much as I do
Hope you love it ever more since I made the South blew

[Chorus]