Bubba Sparxxx - Back In The Mud Lyrics
1,21,2,3, let's go[Chorus]Back in the mud I've been inI confess, I'm so happy hereThere's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away[Verse 1]He's just that country boy, city slick, pit bull temperamentAt the Pony, at the Flame, either way it's an eventIf it's me consider it more than a coincidenceEven though they mama like me sucka's keep they distancesBarber K, hey, what's that, they sayHip hop redneck that's a safe placeSay what makes you comfortableWit me cuz I like it hereHow about a road-dwellin' urban music pioneerTurn it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you can'tTook too much to make it float, never will I let it sinkSo when we invented it for our youth and generousHopin' that my moment passed, I can see no end of itTwenty-five, livin' like I was born yesterdayLovin' life, eatin' right, earnin' every breath I takeStandin' in the mud again cuz it seem to pay me wellPlayin' wit my not-so-distant cousins from the A-T-LAaah![Chorus][Verse 2]Press it up, ship it out, call the Pony, rent it outEverything I am today is really what I been aboutAthens, Gerogia resident, native of LaGrange thoughI don't love the peach state, "Buddy, say it ain't so"Now all of a sudden, in fact, it's quite the oppositeI'm lovin' y'all from Brunswick up to the metropolisCan't forget about my Betty Betty and DaLonicaThey put the triple X's at the end of Andy's monikerHow could I run from everything that made meKnow that all the love I get's appreciated greatlyNow I'm on the brink of something truly inconceivableBubba's international but still he kept it regionalTryin' to make my mama proudWe can laugh and see the smileGotta make sure loaded gun, this next CD is in your fileAn-and everyone of my talented associates get's what they deserveNothin' short of that's appropriate[Chorus][Verse 3]Kitchen cup, fill it up, soap-it don't appeal to usIf you're broke do what you can, that alone is still enoughHelp us out, if you're rich, cuz we funna hit your *****Just stop by the store and grab a case of that and six of thisHey Betty, get ready cuz your daddy's in routeLet her join the beat club, keep that little trim outHvae her screamin' "New South" without pullin' "lewd" outHe always wonder what you doing, let him wonder who nowAt the end of the day I would have no regretsGot it done on every front and I ain't even focused yetAt the bottom of the pile swimmin' wit them mud catsIf you die, man I'm pullin' "soowee" for a grudge matchSpell it out, L-E-G, E-N-D I still believeWhatever goal God set for me indeed I will achieveIn this life or in the next, whther drinkin' gin or Beck'sBubba funna bring it home, conceal it, and send the checks[Chorus x2]
