Bubba Sparxxx - Regardless Lyrics
[c.i.]Yeah, ha (b.k.) c.i. (okay? )YoYou ever rolled up in a convenience store with a forty-fourAnd told the cashier to drop to the floor?But you didnt take anything but a bag of chipsA half gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of grits?[bubba]Nah but I might walk up in kroger, head straight for the dvdsStuff bout four of em in my cargo, smile and flee with easeThen hit up the super target, exchange em for store creditThats 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 loritabsTake 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 emThat 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 enjoymentShe also takes golden showers and drinks the piss from out my toiletAnd when its time for the deployment of doo-doo from out my anusShe 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 timesFrom tryin to sell digital video cameras to the blind?[bubba]Mannnn ***** purchasin a car, I live on new jersey driveAthens georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that aint no lieAnd my girl dont even speak cause I get violent when I drinkBut its perfect cause she dont talk, I need some silence when I thinkAbout the thirty-three times the law tangled me upWith chunky tray, legs up, stuck, thinkin we *****Well screw em they aint enough to stop these sparxxx from flyinIf bubba aint the truth that just mean that my heart is lyin[chorus: repeat 2x]No matter what you ask me, Im givin you bubba kayJust the truth of the matter okay? ***** what you sayNuttin more nuttin less, ima get it off my chestC.i., spit what I feel, regardless[bubba]Would you rather move two thousand units and be critically acclaimedOr sell two million out the gate and be labelled lyrically lame?In other words, would you prefer to have dem mics in the sourceOr a grammy, some jazzy broads, a little ice and a porsche?[c.i.]I aint gon lie, Im tryin to sell three million out the gate (okay)And get six mics in the source off of lyrical forceAnd push a custom made porsche and a range with the woodgrainAnd spit verses sharp enough to cut straight to your brain[bubba]Well, you ever *****ed a chunky broad, weighin three hundred plus upAnd actually took some pride to the shit, and didnt rush none?[c.i.]Yo.. when it comes to big chicks, c.i. plead the fifthCause I only weigh a buck-fifty and I dont own a forklift[bubba]Man have you ever snorted coke til your heart sat in your throatThen took your whole advance to buy more, and woke up broke?[c.i.]Yo.. c.i. dont do drugs, I hang out with corporate thugsThat transport microchips and oriental rugsThen sell em on the streets for as much as they canThe 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 clippersOr leave yo girl and move to vegas with a stable of strippers?[c.i.]Yo.. I wouldnt dance with the devil, the stocks are too hotAnd if jordan played for the clippers Id claim cali like pacAnd Im not into embezzlement, I like hostile takeoversCorporate jets, bmws and range roversCause theyre tax writeoffs, theyre all business expensesAnd as far as that stripper, yo I let my man hit her (man cmon)C to the i, central intelligenceAnd if I did touch her believe me you wouldnt find a trace of evidence[chorus] - repeat 2x[bubba sparxxx]Yeah (c.i., and bubba sparxx, nonsense)I think in conclusion, it could be saidThat no matter where the ***** Im atNo matter who the ***** Im aroundIma do what the ***** +i+ doRide walk leave it or love it I dont give a *****Now I *****s with a mother*****er like c.i.til we both bleed til we cant bleed no moreJust cause I know hell do that same type of shitThe east, the west, dont forget about the southDont forget about the mother*****in southBubba kay worldwide, ayVenice to venezeula, (? )Yall know what the ***** it is.. (? ) *****
