Back In The Mud Lyrics
Album : Deliverance
1,2 1,2,3, let's go
[Chorus] Back in the
mud I've been in I confess, I'm so happy here There's nothing you can do
to make me stay away, away, away
[Verse 1] He's just that country
boy, city slick, pit bull temperament At the Pony, at the Flame, either way
it's an event If it's me consider it more than a coincidence Even though
they mama like me sucka's keep they distances Barber K, hey, what's that,
they say Hip hop redneck that's a safe place Say what makes you
comfortable Wit me cuz I like it here How about a road-dwellin' urban
music pioneer Turn it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you can't Took
too much to make it float, never will I let it sink So when we invented it
for our youth and generous Hopin' that my moment passed, I can see no end of
it Twenty-five, livin' like I was born yesterday Lovin' life, eatin'
right, earnin' every breath I take Standin' in the mud again cuz it seem to
pay me well Playin' wit my not-so-distant cousins from the
A-T-L Aaah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2] Press it up, ship it out,
call the Pony, rent it out Everything I am today is really what I been
about Athens, Gerogia resident, native of LaGrange though I don't love
the peach state, "Buddy, say it ain't so" Now all of a sudden, in fact, it's
quite the opposite I'm lovin' y'all from Brunswick up to the
metropolis Can't forget about my Betty Betty and DaLonica They put the
triple X's at the end of Andy's moniker How could I run from everything that
made me Know that all the love I get's appreciated greatly Now I'm on the
brink of something truly inconceivable Bubba's international but still he
kept it regional Tryin' to make my mama proud We can laugh and see the
smile Gotta make sure loaded gun, this next CD is in your file An-and
everyone of my talented associates get's what they deserve Nothin' short of
that's appropriate
[Chorus]
[Verse 3] Kitchen cup, fill it up,
soap-it don't appeal to us If you're broke do what you can, that alone is
still enough Help us out, if you're rich, cuz we funna hit your
bitch Just stop by the store and grab a case of that and six of this Hey
Betty, get ready cuz your daddy's in route Let her join the beat club, keep
that little trim out Hvae her screamin' "New South" without pullin' "lewd"
out He always wonder what you doing, let him wonder who now At the end of
the day I would have no regrets Got it done on every front and I ain't even
focused yet At the bottom of the pile swimmin' wit them mud cats If you
die, man I'm pullin' "soowee" for a grudge match Spell it out, L-E-G, E-N-D
I still believe Whatever goal God set for me indeed I will achieve In
this life or in the next, whther drinkin' gin or Beck's Bubba funna bring it
home, conceal it, and send the checks
[Chorus x2]
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