Tytuł: Bubba Talk

• Wykonawca: Bubba Sparxxx
• Wyświetleń: 310

[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]