Bubba Sparxxx Back In The Mud Lyrics

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]