Bubba Sparxxx If It’s Bumpin’

[Justin:]

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain’t gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don’t really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain’t gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don’t really give a hootnanny

[Bubba:]

Now I done banged a heap of Betties in various modes of transport

‘N told them as they exit be sure that they close the damn door

The quiet country types is usually those I’m scared for ??

Some scared at first, but usually those demand more

Really ain’t conceited, I just call myself the cutterbug

A horny little parasite that all the women love to love

Tell you what it is today, I ain’t concerned with what it was

Bubba fixin’ to get it done, I put that on my brother Russ

Hear them in the closet, in the kitchen, justa whisperin’

Bubba so psst psst knowing that I’m listening

I ain’t gotta chain, boy my peck[?] is all that’s glistenin’

Whachu steamin’ on folk, y’all ain’t even disciplined

I ain’t leaving nothin’, this the house me and my people built

Huggin’ me and dappin’ me, buddy I can see your guilt

It’s cold when you’re wrong and you lookin’ like you need a quilt

Y’all matter less everytime this margarita tilt

[Chorus:]

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain’t gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don’t really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain’t gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don’t really give a hootnanny

A lot of y’all was thinkin’ that Bubba would probably disappear

Get some show money from UGLY and buy a keg of beer

And another pig to give my other pigs some company

Rent a doublewide and just live it out in luxary

In due time, but there’s business left to attend to

I need another farm to bequeath my next of kin to

And another tramp before my great aunt Missy

Yea, I’ve been drinkin’ but I ain’t that pissy

Thinkin’ back to when my daddy told me what it’s all about

He said no matter what I do in life, some of y’all’ll pout

I can deal with that long as all my folks is eatin’ good

Let that channel pass over more than any Easter could

I’m on the roll again and I ain’t talkin’ ecstacy

Tell them folks at Interscope they fixin’ to write some checks to me

Soon as me and Timmy finish up this latest pig schlop

Man I think you right, it ain’t nothing but some hip hop

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain’t gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don’t really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain’t gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don’t really give a hootnanny

I’m back off in the saddle with smile and that cajolery

Mama always knew how big a stallion I would grow to be

Way beyond these suckers both lyrically and vocally

I doubted for a moment, now it’s clear to me I’m supposed to be

An uncanny whit plus a time that is impeccable

Make the sharpest cat feel his mind is just a vegetable

How does Bubba do it, you won’t find it in a manual

Confused them all at first so this time is understandable

Staring at the ceiling fan, pondering my future now

Wondering what the hell to do with all this loot I found

Got my tractor polished up and I’m as drunk as Cooter Brown

Navigating yet another one of Timmy’s supersounds

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain’t gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don’t really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain’t gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don’t really give a hootnanny…

Bubba Sparxxx Claremont Lounge

[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]

Bubba Sparxxx Getcha A Pull

[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]

Bubba Sparxxx Down Yonder

[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]

Bubba Sparxxx Open Wide

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Yes sirree (uhh uhh uhh) no he didn’t (uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh)

Yeah they did (uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh)

(Uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh) yeah they did..

(Uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh) ..

(Uhh-uhh-uhh uhh uhh uhh uhh, freaky freaky)

Who just stepped off in this game and foresizin them WHITE THANGS

and invited y’all to test me wherever they MIGHT HANG?

Didn’t need no Hannibal to see Betty got NICE BRAIN

Now they thankin I’m disturbed, believe me I’m QUITE SANE

See we managed to find them flows somehow it’s EASY Y’ALL

Take the hardest Timmy beat massage it and MAKE IT SOFT

Go ‘head take it off, I won’t tell yo’ daddy baby

I always had game but I’ve been extra savvy lately

You probably saw me at the corners in that candy Dodge Ram

Folks who ain’t heard the news say, “Look at Andy, God damn”

That must be renowned fam cause I ain’t even got a Dodge

But still that same raggy, quite import in my garage

I swear on every ounce of blood in my mama’s veins

that I walk these dogs across this country twice to stop the pain

So I’m handin Tim the leash and when I do I hope you cry

Now tell these sons of bitches get this gate, OPEN WIDE

[Chorus 2X: Bubba Sparxxx]

Here we come so please somebody tell them to get, OPEN WIDE

Got three Bettys and I might go tell them that they OPEN WIDE

Got this thang out on the back country rollin is OPEN WIDE

It’s what? OPEN WIDE! It’s what? OPEN WIDE, whoa!

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Now shit’s, sorta changed, since I strolled, in this thang

Cause I froze, on your brain, like a nose, full of ‘caine

Now I, try me a few drugs just to, find me a new buzz

But that, time gave me too much, thank God, I finally grew up

How could, I bring this so raw? Pack up, sing your shit on law

You mad? Well then that’s yo’ loss; that’s why, yo’ bitch is on toss

Drink up, if you really wanna run, y’all wild like Timmy on the drums

They know, not to get me on the rum

Four-fifth, that is heavy when I’m done

Y’all want me to bust? Y’all sure y’all want me to bust?

I’m in the zone to bust – goin adjust to the home of the fuss

Am I versatile? Probably the best y’all heard in a while

Have mercy child – don’t just shake it twerk it with style

Don’t y’all love when I talk? How I sell it the way it was bought

The way I was taught – really I fought this battle for naught

And in conclusion – let me say that I’m on yo’ side

To hell with Bubba – now show your pride and OPEN WIDE

[Chorus]

[Sebastian]

I was sippin pro, Remi slow, did enough to breakin the law

Flavors froze, songs I chose ’til I get the crowd involved

So I do shows and I lift clothes and point the mic to y’all

Which pistol, could get yo’, eyes away from the bar?

Problem solved, stir and call the food court in the mall

And any chick, that I saw, I got her number and all

Help me y’all, if her closet is too small

for some domino drawers or a piece of her, bra

I would reckon that one of her damn digits is off

I legitamately call and end up with a pizza that’s large

So I’m, sick of you broads and you, neighborhood stars

Don’t care about your cars like Bubba get out the yard

Listen, damnit Bubba pay attention to my hoes with extension

Got my vogues on suspension, got my pushes in the kitchen

Got my streets, on a mission; got my corners with they trickin

There’s no fam in this business – came in too fast (sorry)

[Chorus]

Bubba Sparxxx Comin’ Round

I see you comin’ ‘round the bend

I just can’t think of anything that can make me smile like you can

I see you comin’ ‘round the bend

I just can’t think of anything that can make me smile like you can

There’s a portion of the south in the spirit of this song

Keep followin’ the fiddle, it’ll never steer you wrong

I’ve lived a lot of life so my innocence is blown

I’m headin to LaGrange to replenish it at most

I’ve been across the globe and I’ve seen the worlds charm,

I taught ‘em my slang, I didn’t mean the world harm

It makes the soul smile to see what I’ve accomplished

I got up out the woods without a map or a compass

Life does change, and the sun does set

But my last breath ain’t a one gust yet

As long as daddy know that his son does sweat

The same as he did for that uncut check

I’ll sleep fine and a child will come

With the same last name as my poppa’s son’s

And you can rest assure that my son will know

That his Da-da wasn’t a one-squeal show

[Chorus]

One time for the New South’s imminent progression

Ain’t the good lord so generous with blessings

Whenever it was needed he’d send me some direction

I’d gaze up at the sky and take a minute for reflection

Is it baby balls, or a miniature erection

It makes you view change with degenerate dejection

Pay no nevermind to what the senators confession

He don’t really mean it, he just winning his election

Nothing they can do to have prevented this obsession

With the vaccination of innocence infection

My heart is behind it if I hint it or suggest it

I finish with aggression but meant it with affection

To the common man at the end of his oppression

Welcome into church only meant for collection

And the common woman, genders no exception

Please keep providing with men in your reflection

[Chorus]

There is no king for the throne I seat

All by myself, so alone I leap

For the young boy that’s gone five weeks

He’s only fourteen, but he’s grown by me

Cause he keeps the heat on and his little sister fed

With his knowledge of the land and the tools in the shed

He could be in school, but he chose this instead

No avenue he won’t pursue for the bread

And who was there to speak for him but Bubba

He listens to his own, can’t relate to none other

The product of a bad hand and a young mother

If daddy wasn’t ready all it took was one rubber

To prevent the pain that his family done suffered

Thankfully his son is a real come-upper

Cause it’s gonna be something on the table come supper

There, the plight of my people is uncovered

Bubba Sparxxx Splinter

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.

Bubba Sparxxx Dark Days, Bright Nights

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Okay

If you shed blood with me to this point, you deserve an explanation

For all the hell you’ve endured, while helping me reach my destination

And this effort to bless the nation

I’ve might had did more harm than good

But I’ve always showed you heart, this is just my but apart from would

Man I love the darkest hood

But also the brightest suburb

To think I would just despise the folks because I’m broke and white it’s absurd

I’m told be tight you get hurt, but I don’t hear my spinal spinning

Yeah we found some distribution, but bet the crying is just beginning

Cause these bright nights, could lead to dark days and vice versa

Even if Greg Street don’t play, I guarantee you a nice purchase

Frankly, I’m quite certain I’m the livest fucker out there

I’m making love to the truth, inside that vocal booth without care

I won’t even talk about stare

From angry illogic rappers

Cause every time they get confronted, they’ll give you head than dap ya

This one don’t really need a hook, but Shannon said it’ll be a single

So I devote this to my life, so much more than a catch of a jiggle

[Chorus]

Dark days, bright nights

For that outside in the night, you know what Bubba’s life is like

Bright nights, dark days

For them broads that truly love me and hate to see me live this way

Dark days, bright nights

For when they say you can’t live, fuck them, do it just out of spite

Bright nights, dark days

For every person without a voice that got something they need to say

[Bubba Sparxxx]

See it’s apparent that you know, there’s a lot of folks that love Bubba

Not cause of any rap I wrote, they see something above gutter

Though, my pockets don’t reflex that

It’s my vision, and they respect that

Love comes in a form of a various drug, and I can’t neglect that

So me and my folks get fucked up like six nights out of seven

That’s the bright light of our lives

Like God’s shinning light right out of Heaven

But at the conclusion of every session

I wish that Dark Day to expose

The plight of my situation, no blow, no dough for big shows

But still they see we this close from seeing the promise land

So that leads to another bright night, when all of us is college grand

Being loved by the moms and dads

Which some of us wasn’t blessed with

You think we all born with two lovin’ parents and a treasure chest

Shit, I was fortunate to be loved, by my paternal units

I’m gonna make their son a winner, fuck how bad it’ll hurt I’m doing it

Even if I was to ruin it

Never with me and my heart part ways

We developed too strong of a bond, turning bright nights into dark days

[Chorus]

Yeah it’s true, I also do get praise from the other side of the tracks

You know, that dark days part of town, when they intentionally hide the blacks

Ain’t got no reply to that, I said I’m sorry if I’m to blame

I tried like hell to sooth your soul by planting the facts inside your brain

I never once lied to the game, the acceptance of not one black dude

It’s just Bubba that country fucker smoking swages and eating snack foods

Now every time they ask you, “why you live the way you choose too?”

Say cause Bubba set you right, the only one they loved, knew you

That leaves you with no excuse to settle with what they offer

He try to pay you the slave wagers, play that role, and tell them naw, sir

I’ll probably won’t even falter if you dismiss me as the demon

It is true, I am not you, my skin’s the tone of piss and seamen

But if we fight this evening, I assure you, we’ll both bleed red

And it’ll take your whole slum and all your guns to leave me dead

Plus all that blood we shed what do nothin’ but server their purpose

So let’s unite these bright nights and dark days, they’ll see you nervous

[Chorus (Fades to the end)]

Bubba Sparxxx Bubba Talk

[Bubba Sparxxx]

I can’t do that Timbaland shit, that that shoop shit..

There goes that damn Bubba just bein his country self

Slide inside Timmy’s track and ride it ’til nothing’s left

Bet you then they’ll get the picture, a legendary mixture

like Jim Beam and Coke, can you cope with that elixir?

Drank it, that’ll fix ya, why you angry anyway?

I’m in the same mud as you, been dirty for plenty days

Okay, let’s get it on, in any shape form or fashion

At the Tunnel in New York, or at the dorms out in Athens

Y’all still don’t hear me? Am I not speakin clearly?

I just throw y’all little lames on any trash heap that’s near me

Fuck ’em, hot damn ’em, really, to hell with ’em

Send ’em to Nelly B(?), and certainly they’ll get ’em

I really don’t have to answer to questions that y’all present me

But I know why after this here session, y’all resent me

Never the one to fuss, just smile and let ’em walk

Okey-dokey, now they knowin how Bubba talk

[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx]

Y’all don’t know me a’tall

I say the same thang but slower than y’all

A little Southern charm to top it off

Okey-dokey, dis dat Bubba talk

Y’all don’t know me a’tall

I say the same thang but slower than y’all

A little Southern charm to top it off

Okey-dokey – SPIT BOY!

[Bubba Sparxxx]

This time it gets ugly, my folks done got to drankin

Some rednecks and thugs in the club, now what you thankin?

Hopped up and stankin, bankin on Bubba’s rise

All up on that Betty you got, with rubber thighs

Can’t help but love them guys, they happy they out the country

But the country’s still in them, black and nappy, white and grungy

Lawd this boy’s gone, from dirty to fast speed

And if she don’t visit, we snatchin that rare squeeze

If you mad leave, this is not yo’ type of party

Some Jim Beam with gin and Henn with white Bacardi

Yeah we quite retarded but hell you only live once

Still talkin Bubba but I can’t complete the sentence

[Chorus]

[Bubba Sparxxx]

I slowly let my anger turn to just concern

for y’alls well bein, I’m seein there’s much to earn

In this money pit of music, this dummy shit’s amusin

That’s what you think it is? Meet me at the bank with this

I’ll withdraw the same two bills and spend it on port (?)

Y’all can’t run with me, stay on the porch please

There’s somethin special, about Bubba’s mannerisms

That’s why they should accept, any helpin hand I give ’em

I don’t know, is it me, or is this industry foul?

They used to be sugar but they shit to me now

Get in and get bent, that’s enough then cut me off

No matter what it cost it’s worth it when Bubba talk

[Chorus – repeat 2X]

Bubba Sparxxx Mardi Gras

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