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Bubba Sparxxx Dark Days Bright Nights 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] |
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