> Ah shit! I just seen a girl with a body like a stripper Sliding down the pole makes me want to take a picture Like ah shit She got me like ah shit Na na na na Thirty six twenty four thirty sixer Cant get any thicker Think I need tip her Like oh shit She got me like ohh shit Na na na na Bubba K's back You can tell em twice And the melons sittin very nice And your back side is legendary And its all mine regards what shes tellin' me Yeah I pull it out and I jumped out Holla out new south yeah its thugged out See its been good But its gettin' great Money walking everywhere yeah I'm sittin' straight And I'm bout four lets have a toy Do that dance do that do that dance That's the walk Your a classic and this is classical Make it happen girl [Chorus] I just seen a girl with a body like a stripper Sliding down the pole makes me want to take a picture Like ah shit She got me like ah shit Na na na na Thirty six twenty four thirty sixer Cant get any thicker Think I need tip her Like oh shit She got me like oh shit Na na na na Sign me up I'm all over it Shes runnin' the show And y'all knowin' it Y'all hatin' it but shes lovin' it And I'm lovin' it too Its fantastic Yeah its magic she has it get that You cant coach her cant approach her with that Ps she mess with success that's that With big dogs and nothing less I seen ya baby and I know u seen me too And I promise you I can do some things with you Your thick betty but shes thicker And I'm a have to I'm a have to I'm a have to get her [Chorus] My personal philosophy Clothing is optional Nothin' stoppin' you from doing what you like me to do Guess what I like u to do So lets do this I'm me everyday who you is Hes big boy and I'm a cut the fool So they put a big blow Yeah I got swag and I run this Make a list of big things I'd a done this And shes intrigued by the way it goes down in the big leagues So I'm a give her more Much more One more two more and a encore [Chorus] I just seen a girl with a body like a stripper
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
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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
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If It's Bumpin' featuring Bo Hagin,Kosha작곡:Anderson Mathis,Cedric Leonard,Gerald Hall,Kelvin Seldon
[Bubba Sparxxx] I drop the verses y'all don't deliver Take the chances y'all won't consider Got a loyal broad named Betty who Know what to do with that chrome I give her I'm on the shitter Thinkin bout my bank account and how to make it bigger Then I grab the tool and take your jewels And I'ma watch this blew the same as Jigga's It ain't the liquor I'm really sick, smokin Shwag eatin Crystal chicks On a rollercoaster with Bo and Kosha Can't even fuck witch'all pencil dicks Ain't this some shit? Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess Which one of us gon' snatch your bitch And leave you strokin all by yourself Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S-P-A-R-triple X I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole And put some coal on your nipple and neck Tell your man, if he flex it's gettin drastic, legend has it I know this mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it It's just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veins I'm mixin Beam with Coke and (?), and every time it's still just the same I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's classical so masterful When it comes to this here make the shit clear Heard to y'all comes natural
[Chorus] We make these lames wanna fight, make these bitches wanna fuck Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin faces fold Chasin multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin for dough Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes When these broads start some lickin, we just might end up with yours
[Kosha] Step in the club it's on Nevertheless gonna find the somebody I could sip on A seat with a view in the V.I.P., and got two tight things to grip on A bag of trees to put my lip on - gotta cut it, roll it, light it, pass And me and Bubba gettin crunk in the club With a tape full of Bud in a champagne glass Puttin it down for the B.C., in the backwoods where we be Better call a producer when you see me And get your ass right back in the GT Y'all lame boys, hangin up lookin just for a name boy Goin upsize with the Gameboy Witcho' mind right go out lookin for a cane boy, it's a shame boy You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy I beat 'em down like chop chop chop Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em alone On my cell phone they callin, talkin 'bout "Kosha baby, call me" Leave your name and your number at the sound of the beep And I'll get back witcha shawty Most hated by baby daddies for breakin up happy homes When the men is on and she don't say no then that mean she wanna bone So partna don't get me wrong, I'm just bein Kosha That Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean Yessuh, me and Bubba get rowdy (rowdy) And me and Bubba get bout it (bout it) We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs ands buts about it The air up here stay cloudy, I originate in shotcallin We stay up in the club y'all look at us And say, "Damn, them boys be ballin"
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[Bo Hagin] Whassup fuck nigga, man you know who you is (you know) You the ones be payin hoes and buyin them gifts (trick ass) You mad when you find out some other niggaz get it Ain't payin no bills just stayin real and still be hittin it I'm a old school playa I just pay for her dinner Maybe buy a little liquor - I spend some talk in the mirror This the playa from the soul; love to gang up on hoes I'm tryna let this pimp shit go cause I don't even like it no mo' See these niggaz that I hang with they just run through these skanks Talk about 'em over dinner, pass women like dank
[Interlude: Bubba] Mmm-hmm, and I'ma put twenty-five On the them ol' fire ass Mercedes Rolls That don't never come 'round no mo' that shit right dere Country-ass Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin around wit G.O. again That put me in this backwoods committee My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin, west central Georgia's finest Man Bo, go on snap again
[Bo Hagin] Man, I'm gon' tell it like it is, I'm gon' sit the rear I stand true to high live, this a quest for a mil' It done took a nigga different places, seen plenty of faces Whatever may have been the cases I thank God for his graces See my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin like breakers And every day I play awake a nigga learnin by haters See I take a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we live All women ain't bitches but see most of them is, uhh
You ever rolled up in a convenience store with a forty-four and told the cashier to drop to the floor? But you didn't take anything but a bag of chips a half gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of grits?
[Bubba] Nah but I might walk up in Kroger, head straight for the DVD's Stuff 'bout four of 'em in my cargo, smile and flee with ease Then hit up the Super Target, exchange 'em for store credit That's sixty dollars worth of grub, some squares and a case of Bud
[C.I.] Yo.. yo you ever invested your money in some internet stock? Seen how your cheese multiply quicker than sellin rocks?
[Bubba] I invest in pharmaceuticals like Xanax and Loritabs Take 'em all with alcohol, then hunt for some more to grab
[C.I.] Yo.. you ever had a chick with no brains, but liked to give 'em that had the nerve to ask you to scream her name while you hit it?
[Bubba] Haha.. nah but I know this Betty who licks ass for her enjoyment She also takes golden showers and drinks the piss from out my toilet And when it's time for the deployment of doo-doo from out my anus She likes to catch it in her hands and lick the excess from her fingers
[C.I.] Yo, you ever tried to purchase a car with a personal check? Have your lady call you a dog, and send you to the vet? Ever been in trouble with the cops, for more than three times from tryin to sell digital video cameras to the blind?
[Bubba] Mannnn fuck purchasin a car, I live on "New Jersey Drive" Athens Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that ain't no lie And my girl don't even speak cause I get violent when I drink But it's perfect cause she don't talk, I need some silence when I think about the thirty-three times the law tangled me up With chunky tray, legs up, stuck, thinkin we fuck Well screw 'em they ain't enough to stop these Sparxxx from flyin If Bubba ain't the truth that just mean that my heart is lyin
[Chorus: repeat 2X] No matter what you ask me, I'm givin you Bubba Kay Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say Nuttin more nuttin less, I'ma get it off my chest C.I., spit what I feel, regardless
[Bubba] Would you rather move two thousand units and be critically acclaimed or sell two million out the gate and be labelled lyrically lame? In other words, would you prefer to have dem mics in The Source or a Grammy, some jazzy broads, a little ice and a Porsche?
[C.I.] I ain't gon' lie, I'm tryin to sell three million out the gate (okay) And get six mics in The Source off of lyrical force And push a custom made Porsche and a Range with the woodgrain And spit verses sharp enough to cut straight to your brain
[Bubba] Well, you ever fucked a chunky broad, weighin three hundred plus up and actually took some pride to the shit, and didn't rush none?
[C.I.] Yo.. when it comes to big chicks, C.I. plead the fifth Cause I only weigh a buck-fifty and I don't own a forklift
[Bubba] Man have you ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in your throat then took your whole advance to buy more, and woke up broke?
[C.I.] Yo.. C.I. don't do drugs, I hang out with corporate thugs that transport microchips and oriental rugs Then sell 'em on the streets for as much as they can The only Coke I mess with comes in sixteen ounce cans
[Bubba] But would ever consider dancin with the devil for paper? Fly with me and Fred Durst on an embezzlement caper? Would you bet on the Lakers if Jordan played for the Clippers or leave yo' girl and move to Vegas with a STABLE of strippers?
[C.I.] Yo.. I wouldn't dance with the devil, the stocks are too hot And if Jordan played for the Clippers I'd claim Cali like 'Pac And I'm not into embezzlement, I like hostile takeovers Corporate jets, BMW's and Range Rovers cause they're tax writeoffs, they're all business expenses And as far as that stripper, yo I let my man hit her (man c'mon) C to the I, Central Intelligence And if I did touch her believe me you wouldn't find a trace of evidence
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[Bubba Sparxxx] Yeah (C.I., and Bubba Sparxx, nonsense) I think in conclusion, it could be said That no matter where the fuck I'm at No matter who the fuck I'm around I'ma do what the fuck +I+ do Ride walk leave it or love it I don't give a fuck Now I fucks with a motherfucker like C.I. 'til we both bleed 'til we can't bleed no more just cause I know he'll do that same type of shit The East, the West, don't forget about the South Don't forget about the motherfuckin South Bubba Kay worldwide, ay Venice to Venezeula, (?) Y'all know what the fuck it is.. (?) bitch
I just hitch hiked my way from Athens to Cascade Paid homage for three days been written the past eight I feel I'm the last great warrior of written lyric You can move to Polo Club bitch you still ain't gettin near it If its Bubba spittin fear it, this that shit legends made of It'll take more than a flag for them folks to segregate us Hook it, let it cake up prepare it for whole sale This my mother fuckin heart I dont care if it dont sell I dare you to go tell, your people that Bubbas bogus Im sorry, did my antics interrupt your fucking focus? Dammit I guess its hopless, y'all just wont listen When I'm rhymin to provide you with diamond that dont glisten I had to be the one, this shit was my birth right You content with moving units, I'm faced with a worse plight To give you a verse like, that first hit of extascy Yeah you special in your click but you ain't shit up next to me And if you get the best of me, nah, that shit ain't feasable Cuz trying to get a hold of Bubba is like chasing a greasy bull
Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (The coolest white boy I know) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (C'mon know y'all dont really want it)
Shit these boys dont really want it, the just mumblin to be heard Damn y'all wasnt lying, sleepy crumblin in some sweet herb Im humble till my speech slurs, then its off the bleachears In the closet with your wife enticing her to floss her features This one 'ot to teach you, it aint fun to play with Bubba Took a rich prissy bitch and played her this and made her gutta' But she made me late for suppa', and I dont eat but once a day Im tryin to watch my weight cuz my street days a month away And I want these sluts to love me, but if they dont then fuck 'em Cuz tomorrow if they swallow, if they wont the I duck 'em I bet y'all never seen one of me look so clean Kept it right here in the South and did it with a good ol' team So hate it if you must, but I made it and you can trust That every vowel out my bowel, is sacred it just to us They played it and made a fuss, cuz the truth is a frighten topic Ricky pull the plug, shit, thats all that might could stop it
Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (The coolest white boy I know) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (C'mon now y'all dont really want it) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (The coolest white boy I know) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (They just mumblin to be heard)
Im through noddin my head to shit, thats anythin but monumental Cant just settle for La Grange, therefore my slang is continental From my road to your trap, my code is no dap If your head is like a keg, chillin ice cold with no tap Five shows with no nap, I'll sleep when I in the dirt Ain't tryin to party with you industry faggots I come to work Emergin from the hurt, that life was and still will be Took a shower at the dungeon, dried off and was still filthy These bitches will feel me, I promise just bein honest Its like its '93 again, got that heat for them premadonnas Wide eyed in the booth, this goes beyond politics In other words keep that pussy, I already got a bitch And I'm pledgin not switch from authentic to counterfeit Cuz when it comes to that raw, y'all hit it I found the shit And I wont speak in the dungeon, till its hardway on the wall In the name of Bubba Sparxx, shit ain't even fair for y'all
Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (The coolest white boy I know) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (C'mon now y'all dont really want it) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (The coolest white boy I know) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (They just mumblin to be heard) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (The coolest white boy I know) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (C'mon now y'all dont really want it) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (The coolest white boy I know) Its Bubba Sparxxx in the streets (They just mumblin to be heard) The coolest white boy I know They just mumblin to be heard
