Bubba Sparxxx Back In The Mud (zone 4 Remix) Lyrics

Back In The Mud (zone 4 Remix) Lyrics

[Bubba Sparxxx]

Bubba Sparxxx, get money

Ye-yeah, ye-ye-ye-yeah, still in the mud

I said Bubba Sparxxx, that's right

That's the problem with these suckers man

Don't nobody wanna get in the mud

Nobody wanna fight for this shit, they all too pretty

New money



[Sean Paul]

Y'all niggaz ain't no k-killers, y'all niggaz hoes

I'm a, I'm a keep it p-pimpin', y'all niggaz know

How I p-pull up in the lex, white wall some bows

How I, how I stay sure, with this starch in my clothes

I'm Sean Paul, yeah bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' star

And every other week I buy a old-school car

Oh, twenty, man that plenty but I still want more

In a big-body ? on them twenty-four's



[Rich Boy]

Rich Boy, ? fool, ?

Tight notes, slick this, bumpin' cadillac

Take it to the cha-cha, got your damn top drop

Two color flip-flop, tinted red Collipark

There's hoes in the parking lot

But I still got my glock

It's New Money, motherfucker, don't you see the big knot

Don't you see the big tyres, don't you see the big rims

Wonder who they hatin' on, think that baby this him



[New Money]

Oh my God, they don't wanna get dirty

They don't wanna get dirty, they don't wanna get dirty

I say we still off in the mud man

They don't wanna get dirty

Y'all niggaz ain't no killers y'all niggaz some hoes

Oh my God, they don't wanna get dirty

They don't wanna get dirty, they don't wanna get dirty

I say we still off in the mud man

They don't wanna get dirty



[Pastor Troy]

Yeah, P. Troy representin' with Bubba (oh my God)

Just wakin' up from a hangover, come on, yeah

Brother hittin' me on the phone, I roll over, come on

Hair still spinnin' cause I balled last night, yeah

Rim still spinnin' and the lac alright, yeah

G-A, B-O-Y-Z, aha

Smooth operator, operate directly

Bet he didn't see me and mine coming

Ain't no motherfuckin' ?, who ya motherfuckin' ?, come on

You say that crunk is for halloween, aha

As I shove my rounds in my magazine, huh, magazine

King, yeah you king me out for real, yeah

S-A-N-K ship

I rip the mic, I rip the stage

But I don't rip nothing until I'm paid

To be like P-T, many try

I leave them boys totin' the cross, oh my



[New Money]

Oh my God, they don't wanna get dirty

They don't wanna get dirty, they don't wanna get dirty

I say we still off in the mud man

They don't wanna get dirty

Y'all niggaz ain't no killers y'all niggaz some hoes

Oh my God, they don't wanna get dirty

They don't wanna get dirty, they don't wanna get dirty

I say we still off in the mud man

They don't wanna get dirty

Y'all niggaz ain't no killers y'all niggaz some hoes



[Bubba Sparxxx]

Yeah, you just a flea dude

I'm such a G, dude

I'm everythang, with talent you could be dude

Look at me dude, I fuck with these dudes

P-T cruiser, Young G Rock, Polo to D dude

He brought the beat through, and I just shat on it

Now I'm fin' to build a wall to put another plaque on it

Don't gong it, cause I keep relentlessly spittin' that shit you into me

Cause I'm pigmented differently

Plus behind Tim on twenty-three's

Wow, just call me Bubba the beautiful

I'm the boss around this office, you a scrubbin' the cubicle

This ain't nothing illusional, boy, they token the tags

But since they all wanna hate, I give them all the ?

You know what we after, the cabbage and long somes

The true county Georgia baby, that's where they come from

And y'all little dumb-dumbs is skatin' on thin ice

Love to creates it but it's hatred, it is life



[Bubba Sparxxx]

Oh my God

I say we still off in the mud man

Oh my God, uh, Zone 4

I say we still off in the mud man



[Bubba Sparxxx]

Bubba Sparxxx, in here

G Rock, in here

Sean Paul, in here

Pastor Troy, oh, and Rich Boy

Ha, you know what it is, in here, uh