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Bubba Sparxxx » Back In The Mud
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	1,2 1,2,3, let's go (Chorus) Back in the mud I've been in I confess, I'm so happy here There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away (Verse 1) He's just that country boy, city slick, pit bull temperament at the Pony, at the Flame, either way it's an event If it's me consider it more than a coincidence Even though they mumble at me sucka's keep they distances wha what K, hey, what's that, they say Hip hop redneck that's a safe place Say what makes you comfortable Wit me cuz I like it here How about a rural dwelling' urban music pioneer Turn it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you can't Took too much to make it float, never will I let it sink So when we invented it for our youth and generous Hopin' that my moment passed, I can see no end of it Twenty-five, livin' like I was born yesterday Lovin' life, Doing right, earnin' every breath I take Standin' in the mud again cuz it seem to pay me well Playin' wit my not-so-distant cousins from the A-T-L Aaah! (Chorus) (Verse 2) Press it up, ship it out, call the Pony, rent it out Everything I am today is really what I been about Athens, Gerogia resident, native of LaGrange though I don't love the peach state, "Buddy, say it ain't so" Naw, Sir,in fact, it's quite the opposite I'm lovin' y'all from Brunswick up to the metropolis Can't forget about my Betty Betty and DaLonica They put the triple X's at the end of Andy's moniker How could I run from everything that made me Know that all the love I get's appreciated greatly Now I'm on the brink of something truly inconceivable Bubba's international but still he kept it regional Tryin' to make my mama proud We can laugh and see the smile Gotta make sure loaded gun, this next CD is in your file An-and everyone of my talented associates get's what they deserve Nothin' shorter of that's appropriate (Chorus) (Verse 3) Get your cup, fill it up, sober don't appeal to us If you're broke do what you can, that alone is still enough Help us out, if you're rich, cuz we fixna pitch a bitch Just stop by the store and grab a case of that and six of this Hey Betty, get ready cuz your daddy's in route Let her join the beat club, keep that little trim out Have her screamin' "New South" without pullin' "lewd" out He always wonder what you doing, let him wonder who now At the end of the day I would have no regrets Got it done on every front and I ain't even focused yet At the bottom of the pile swimmin' wit them mud cats If you die, man I'm pullin' "soowee" for a grudge match Spell it out, L-E-G, E-N-D I still believe Whatever goal God set for me indeed I will achieve In this life or in the next, whther drinkin' gin or Beck's Bubba fixna bring it home, conceal it, and send the checks (Chorus x2)
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