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Deliverance
by Bubba Sparxxx
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3.1980
Deliverance Lyrics
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- Optimisum, about the faith of the people that have accepted of the mission of improbable, to become some particle, perged
- by the discouage of suffering, anger, hate, religions and war, Its tought to explain, debate, or even explore, but I die
- straight to the core,
- And explosion of intrespect so quiet, he can definalty, yet he can breath into the sins lounges into the most rempered
- thugg,
- Tis a bull that has been thorugh the mudd with a point of the head of a heavy weight, from the cold detail of the hot
- reality of the butcher trap. to the grand Negro's flights of fancy from the astract mind of a hip hop super nerd, as long as
- the truth is heard,
- The truth must be spoken, my youth has been smokin and drankin, drankin and smokin, a life like that may seem right, but
- that aint what the seem like, we aint tight unless yall tight, might bless me and all types, the goal is for all growns to
- be sat upon by ture Kings
- All pretenders must fall into the phantoms of they own character fall, But as long as we attempt to tell ourselves, WE ARE
- NOT FREE
- All in once say it, Bubba K now, Here to doubt, Wheres today?
- On the Grey Hound, sittin in the back on top close to 8 pounds,
- Run for a inniocent town that I can shake down,
- Passed the Mississip, I swim in the great lakes now,
- Made it this far, but I still cant escape now, Law ran in,
- Back in the A town, and all im worth is all that aint found,
- My brother in Denver used to do a lil dirt, Maybe move with him,
- I can do a lil work, Cant produce a walk, I do a lil smirk
- Shop at Wal-Mart, I do shoes and a shirt, Tried to call mama,
- She denied the call, She aint smoke the sh**, I provide for yall
- Try to doze of with PM Tylenol, Jus move a lil piece, cant smile it off,
- Yall aint free, Not yet free, Not yet free, Not yet free
- Continue'n my voyage, In the Coldoraldo, Cant live life with my Doraldo,
- This pill is hard for you to swallow, This pig sh** in which for you to wallow,
- Im posted up here, atleast until tomorrow, Get a pund of Buffalo Nik's that U can swallow
- Only thing im holdin is Pain, You can borrow, a whole pocket of change,
- For your sorrow, Lotta Kat'z busted, but they cant find the hop,
- That hustlin game gotta stop, On the open road, now is not the time to flock,
- The buzz is formulating, Now it the time for Jimmy time to drop
- [Thanks to Deedaka@yahoo.com for these lyrics]
- New south, Athems Joy, Mudd Kat'z,
- The Mathis family, they cant hide that money from us no more
- Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell these folks who ya son is,
- And Mama tell Russell load the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint got none
- Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell these folks who ya son is,
- And mama tell Russell load the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint got none
- Any blood sheared causes to deserve it, Its blood well worth it,
- We fought to preserve it, you caught him in person,
- You know Bubba siked out, you hate it when they talk,
- But love it when I shout, Fuck with me, I doubt that you really can
- WHen I get to doin my HillBilly dance, a step to the left, 2 steps to the right
- Take a shot of petrone, and get back to the Mic,
- Yea im rappin tonite, but as soon as the light hit, Im all about the green,
- The hell with this white shit, that speed yup ya pulse rate, Some
- Cardiac arrest so sweet with an 'I'll' taste, this what they must face,
- ima be right here, spittin these flames out, and drinkin Bud Light Beer
- til the cows home and the dogs quit barkin,
- Daddy tell em who I am and dont begg no pardons,
- Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell these folks who ya son is,
- And Mama tell Russell load the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint got none
- Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell these folks who ya son is,
- And mama tell Russell load the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint got none
- (What?!)
- They watch me in the country, like the race on Sunday
- And I wear the crown for em till you take it from me, I made some money,
- But blew most up, bought and sold all the sh** that you bust up,
- But I love my life, and aint much i regret, I jus hope I rember, half of what I forget
- Through years and the tears, the blood and the all of the sweat,
- But if I ever believe, its time to double your bet,
- Cuz I aint even tapped half my potential, but I have shown growth thogh,
- And that is half the essential, Grad you a pen, jot a few notes down,
- The questions they asked me, the answers I know now, bet I aint no clown,
- Fuck what you thought dogg, im with Jimmy Mathis ol truck with a saw dogg,
- Jus to rip up, let some shit jump, We'll take it to the water, and yo shit will get sunk
- Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell these folks who ya son is,
- And Mama tell Russell load the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint got none
- Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell these folks who ya son is,
- And mama tell Russell load the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint got none
- (What?!)
- Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell these folks who ya son is,
- And Mama tell Russell load the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint got none
- Jimmy Mathis please come out here and tell these folks who ya son is,
- And mama tell Russell load the shotgun, and get this loot cuz we aint got none
- (What?!)
- [Thanks to Deedaka@yahoo.com for these lyrics]
- [Thanks to tjalloway@hvc.rr.com, strokin86gt@aol.com for correcting these lyrics]
- I see you comin’ ‘round the bend
- I just can’t think of anything that can make me smile like you can
- I see you comin’ ‘round the bend
- I just can’t think of anything that can make me smile like you can
- There’s a portion of the south in the spirit of this song
- Keep followin’ the fiddle, it’ll never steer you wrong
- I’ve lived a lot of life so my innocence is blown
- I’m headin to LaGrange to replenish it at most
- I’ve been across the globe and I’ve seen the worlds charm,
- I taught ‘em my slang, I didn’t mean the world harm
- It makes the soul smile to see what I’ve accomplished
- I got up out the woods without a map or a compass
- Life does change, and the sun does set
- But my last breath ain’t a one gust yet
- As long as daddy know that his son does sweat
- The same as he did for that uncut check
- I’ll sleep fine and a child will come
- With the same last name as my poppa’s son’s
- And you can rest assure that my son will know
- That his Da-da wasn’t a one-squeal show
- [Chorus]
- One time for the New South’s imminent progression
- Ain’t the good lord so generous with blessings
- Whenever it was needed he’d send me some direction
- I’d gaze up at the sky and take a minute for reflection
- Is it baby balls, or a miniature erection
- It makes you view change with degenerate dejection
- Pay no nevermind to what the senators confession
- He don’t really mean it, he just winning his election
- Nothing they can do to have prevented this obsession
- With the vaccination of innocence infection
- My heart is behind it if I hint it or suggest it
- I finish with aggression but meant it with affection
- To the common man at the end of his oppression
- Welcome into church only meant for collection
- And the common woman, genders no exception
- Please keep providing with men in your reflection
- [Chorus]
- There is no king for the throne I seat
- All by myself, so alone I leap
- For the young boy that’s gone five weeks
- He’s only fourteen, but he’s grown by me
- Cause he keeps the heat on and his little sister fed
- With his knowledge of the land and the tools in the shed
- He could be in school, but he chose this instead
- No avenue he won’t pursue for the bread
- And who was there to speak for him but Bubba
- He listens to his own, can’t relate to none other
- The product of a bad hand and a young mother
- If daddy wasn’t ready all it took was one rubber
- To prevent the pain that his family done suffered
- Thankfully his son is a real come-upper
- Cause it’s gonna be something on the table come supper
- There, the plight of my people is uncovered
- [Thanks to hoeltc@uwec.edu for these lyrics]
- [Thanks to glasswalkerny@realmsguard.com for correcting these lyrics]
- (Good Lord, May God have mercy on my soul)
- I love her, but you never would know
- That by the way I just let my girl go
- With tears in her eyes from years of the lyin’
- She backed on up and disappeared down the drive-
- Way, hey, what can I say, all we have is nothing today
- I did my thing, and she did hers,
- But my crime’s a wee bit worse
- And now I’m sitting her all alone with my guilt
- Just me and the dogs and home that we built
- It was then it was hers, even though Bubba bought it
- But Bubba wouldn’t leave just like her mother called it
- From the P, hold it to the blue flame
- God, forgive me for causing you pain
- All it was, ain’t no more, cause my babys gone
- And when it rains it pours.
- [Chorus]
- She tried to tell me I needed to be strong
- I wasn’t listening, and now my baby’s gone
- One for the pleasure, two for the sin
- Three for the family we coulda been
- Had I not been so concerned
- With this life no spoken words
- Couldn’t begin to undue what’s done
- Deep within I know that you must run
- Far away, from the thought of my smile
- And the broken dream of us walking that isle
- I first saw betty in my nanny white's yard...
- The breast where the best, and the fanny “my lord”
- I fly country girl, just working them gifts
- She’s my queen, was a virgin I guess
- But I ain’t never ask, and ain’t never tell
- But Betty had the cash every time I went to jail
- And how did I reward her loyalty
- Let her walk in and see her cousin Joy on me
- [Chorus]
- It’s been six months, and still no word
- I try to carry on like it still don’t hurt
- Hoes come around, but I still wont’ flirt
- Drinking worse, and the pills don’t work
- Last I heard she was in Birmingham
- Living with a good hard working man
- And lookin’ back on it, that’s exactly what she wanted
- Not a rebel with a passion for the moment
- I live for the fiddle, and a kick, and a snare
- I take my love and I stick it in there
- Moved a jimmy and made this song
- All because my baby is gone
- [Thanks to hoeltc@uwec.edu for these lyrics]
- [Thanks to MorganAZ@aol.com for correcting these lyrics]
- [INTRO:]
- Listen, first, you must travel, a long, desolate road
- This road that you shall travel, will seem like nowhere.
- That nowhere, will turn into somewhere
- Keep your head up Bubba, don’t let nobody get you down,
- Cause that road you travel will turn around
- I’ve accepted every challenge, and risen to all occasions
- A country boy that got 'em shook like Randy Moss and Jason
- Perhaps some of these numerals don’t fit in ya’lls equation
- If your opinions coincide with that you oughta save ‘em
- Lookin’ for the greatest Southern rapper, fuck it period
- Negative spirits they only keeping down a myriad
- Of Satan’s substances, and my systems’ still my wisdom
- It never once compromised that between God and I
- Never once forgotten my manners
- Cause my ma’ama played in public housin’ in Alabama
- But she had a diff’rent plan for me, russ and ginger
- Thank the lord for Jimmy Mathis, pops he must remember us
- Are you really down when those other clowns disappear
- Taught me how to set the scope, shoot and leave with the deer
- Then made me drink the blood, to show me life was precious
- The muddy road from nowhere to somewhere is my direction
- [Chorus]
- I know what it’s like to be nowhere
- I know what it’s like
- I know what it’s like to be nowhere
- I know what it’s like
- Can you relate to five kids, six fish sticks on the plate
- All writin’ to Santa Claus, I guess he got the list too late
- Or to catch the fish you bait the hook with lil’ Dylan’s poo-poo
- On Mr. Allen’s property, he catch you, he will shoot you
- Let these cats amuse you with comical depictions
- But where I’m from being broke is no honorable affliction
- Love some Jimmy Carter, but we never even voted
- But slum is still slum, so you best believe we toted
- Every fire arm from AK’s to 30-30’s
- And from live watch to live stock they pays the early birdy
- Thus we worked the land like you worked the block with yayo
- But I choose keys over cattle cause the profits way more
- But I might get locked away though peddling the sno cones
- So we keep it simplified with acres of that homegrown
- It’s the finest shine that you can find on this side of Memphis
- From east nowhere to west somewhere still the grind is endless
- [Chorus]
- It all comes down to this, one last chance to advance
- Beyond the second round of the big dance, all my plans
- Of being viewed as something special, more than just the other one
- We’ll vanish in the vapors of the plague the South has suffered from
- The world’s weight plus a ton, restin’ on my shoulders
- But what’s attractive, to ease my nerve, is blessed to the beholder
- Cause Eminem’s incredible, but did I really have to say this
- For ya’ll to leave my soul at rest and add me to your playlist
- But this time I may just, leap and clear that hurdle man
- Cause there’s gonna be a million more, who knows if they’ll be worth a damn
- Bubba K, I surely am, with that silky kinda sound
- Carson Daily host it out, I’ll be early for this time around
- Cause I’ve come to far for my own mistakes to quell me
- Cause looking back at self-inflicted wounds that ache and ail me
- Cause nothing they can tell me get me somewhere in a hurry
- If I’m nowhere, then that nowhere will leave me no more need to worry
- [Thanks to hoeltc@uwec.edu for these lyrics]
- [Thanks to Stacey4022@aol.com, nbrahm011@hotmail.com, j.zenker@gmx.net for correcting these lyrics]
- [Bubba Sparxxx - talking]
- (I hope we're tapin now)
- Party people
- It's the place to be
- I come to bring to you
- Bubba Sparxxx and that bitch got somethin to prove
- And that bitch got somethin to prove
- What you got to say?
- What up Timmy
- [Chorus]
- Cause I will never turn and run (oh)
- There's nothin I can't overcome (oh)
- Let's these cats keep bumpin gums (oh)
- I'll just grind on and get it done (oh)
- Cause I will never turn and run (oh)
- There's nothin I can't overcome (oh)
- Let's these cats keep bumpin gums (oh)
- I'll just get it done, just get it on
- [Verse 1]
- Enough with the yappin, just cut on the damn beat
- Ain't no glory this week, in what was done last week
- This shit ain't nothin new, I was put on this earth to fail
- I see the future now, my vision's just blurred as hell
- I may never do a third of what I deserve to sell
- But my story's all fact, not just what I prefer to tell
- See we circled the wagons, me and Chevon Young
- Timmy, Sebastian, and plus Petey Pablo
- So sucker don't ask me, nothin 'bout Beat Club
- When the talk dies down, the music'll speak up
- A lot of cats jump ship, you'll never see me run
- You think we be cooled off, then ya under the heat come
- I'm nearly focused dog, and that's a point of concern
- Why you speakin now? I ain't annoyed at your turn
- It's Bubba K reborn, y'all have been prewarned
- Every other dog with a plan I'm a sleep on
- [Chorus]
- Cause I will never turn and run (run)
- There's nothin I can't overcome (come)
- Let's these cats keep bumpin gums (gum)
- I'll just grind on and get it done (done)
- Cause I will never turn and run (run)
- There's nothin I can't overcome (run)
- Let's these cats keep bumpin gums (oh)
- I'll just get it done, just get it on
- [Verse 2]
- You have no idea cuz, all the road blocks I've steer clear of
- Failure is all I live in fear of
- Chose to compete with rap just outta sheer love
- These people (these people) don't know me (don't know me)
- These labels (these labels) won't hold me (won't hold me)
- These lames ain't (these lames ain't) don't clone me (don't clone me)
- Watch it move forward (oh), so boldly
- I'm always for the streets, but baby not for the block
- Came here for what I want, can't hate me for what I got (oh)
- Cause when I add it up, buddy it ain't a lot (oh)
- I count on fast feet to be everything that I'm not (oh)
- But put it all together, oh lord
- Them two country boys, ain't no bum
- No backseats taken, I told y'all
- Swear for god I will (overcome)
- [Chorus]
- Cause I will never turn and run (oh)
- There's nothin I can't overcome (oh)
- Let's these cats keep bumpin gums (oh)
- I'll just grind on and get it done (oh)
- Cause I will never turn and run (oh)
- There's nothin I can't overcome (oh)
- Let's these cats keep bumpin gums (oh)
- I'll just get it done, just get it on
- [Verse 3]
- Take it how it is, or leave it as it be
- If you don't like my shit, then beat it outta me (woo)
- You think you that grown?, we can stop and see
- Put bring the heat along, you'll need it probably
- I never did claim to be the baddest so and so
- But if you feel like you gotta have it, so it go
- Are the rumors true?, girl had bad you wanna know
- But I require more than they've asked you for before
- What heapless flirtin, just twerkin, and slick and slirpin
- A lot like my daddy for certain, a kid conversion
- She may not want the log inserted, my pick is workin
- Ain't the longest dome, but its perfect to bring the hurtin
- And that's all he wrote (oh), should you just call me note (oh)
- Sorry you just crossed the rope (oh) and it just ain't all you hoped (go head)
- Daddy with me, I bet you had it with me
- Betty help me with the hook and she come naturally
- [Chorus - (with male voice singing "go over" and female voice singing "oh" and "overcome")]
- [male and female singing continues until fade]
- [Bubba Sparxxx - talking over singing]
- Say what?
- Say what?
- Say what?
- Want all my macho mans out there
- To play this
- This go to schools
- All the colleges
- We will overcome
- We came a long way Georgia
- New South
- Let's go
- (feat. Attitude)
- [Static - police starts talking]
- [Chorus]
- I wanna run, I've been runnin for some time now
- My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
- I wanna run, ohh, I've been runnin for some time now
- My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
- [Attitude]
- Wake up and kiss my baby, grab my weed and my gun
- Load and cock it & blaze one up, that's how it be on the run
- More money more problems, no money yo problems aint gone die
- Put 5 in the tank, I'm high & I'm bad news, don't ask me for no ride
- When I look at my daughter & son & I see me in their eyes
- It hurt so bad I hope the mistakes I made will keep them alive
- I keep pushin looking for a lick to hit shit I need some cheese
- Gotta go no sleepin for me momma I gotta leave
- And if god is on my side then one day soon I'll get where I gotta be
- I'm free aint nothin gone stop me from seein what I gotta see
- Not even me
- The day I cop a ?? gone be the day that I can't even breathe
- All the shit that I go through, if I could show you, you wouldn't believe
- All I got is my Bible & me and this rifle my last name aint Mavoe
- I'm just a survivor
- Been gone from home so long some folks thank that I died
- It's cool and If I don't get rich I'm thankful that I alive besides
- [Timbaland]
- I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin a thin line
- I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin a thin line
- I'm runnin with tha same ol' car, the same ol' girl
- A little bit of money in a insane world
- I got a (sniff) warrant out for me & I'm walkin a thin line
- [Bubba]
- It's strictly for survival this time
- Still I do not want what's yours unless it's rightfully mine
- It really just aint no words at least that I can define
- For how I feel lord please some sight to the blind
- Cause I'm scrambling down the same road
- Travelin in the same clothes
- Feelin 2 million days old can't let all this take hold
- Cuz see I always saw myself as just a little more special than
- These sappy crappy no rappin whoever's collectin fans
- I'm doin the best I can I just need a better plan
- I still aint in peace with flyin cuz my plane has yet to land
- I'm runnin & runnin my stomach's grumbling but I aint
- Hungry enough that I'm just disgusted because I can't
- Ever make what I thank translate into what I say
- Unless I pour this Vodka in that big cup & chug away
- I wanna just run away from what I've become today
- A rebel with a warrant & his name is say Bubba K.
- [Timbaland's chorus]
- [Bubba]
- This is heart it aint a verse pick yo fruit name yo curse
- With all the pain that is life dyin hurts lyin's worse
- Drive my Hearst down 85 to momma's house in LaGrange
- Drop me off on the porch then send my off in a plane
- Forget my name 'till God arrives to show all y'all what Bubba meant
- To tamper with how we wrote the script clearly don't make fuckin sense
- There's not a thing that's pure to me it's contaminated by your device
- Cause a wise man once said eternity's and let go of life
- [Female's chorus 2x's]
- [Timbaland says 'ooh' 4x's after the second go round then he says ,'I'm thankful I'm alive']
- [Timbaland's chorus]
- I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin a thin line
- I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin a thin line
- [Timbaland starts singin the ladies' with her 1x]
- Ohh, I'm thankful I'm alive!
- [Timbaland]and the lady together
- (I get a warrant out for me) I wanna run
- I've been runnin for some time now
- (I get a warrant out for me) night time has come
- (I'm thankful I'm alive) I think I'll turn myself in now
- (I get a warrant out for me,and I'm walkin a thin line)
- I wanna run, I've been runnin for some time now
- My time has come (I'm thankful I'm alive) I think I'll my self in now
- (feat. Duddy Ken)
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
- To all it was
- All it is
- And all it shall be
- New South
- [Bubba Sparxxx]
- Uh, yeah, yeah[motherfuckers]
- I gotta key Bubba answers, a kilo of questions
- The heart for humility, that ego perplexes
- Strength, will and honor, a hero's possessions
- On the road to destiny I need no directions
- Far to Southerners, the best man the winner
- And only this morning does the best man remember
- Fighters seen the weak, more success than inventors
- And a saint never ever suffers less than a sinner
- But I'm proud to admit that this shit no longer
- Phases or amazes me, I only grow stronger
- At any given moment this world can so long ya
- Box you up, drop you in the dirt and slow song ya
- So every blessed minute I'm breathin
- I'm conceivin, for when I do perish, reasons for your grievin
- That's not to say I plan on leavin here this evening
- I'll be in Honolulu with Steven next season
- [Chorus]
- Live die, laugh, cry,
- Life will pass by
- Breathe in, exhale
- I scream, you yell
- New South! (New South!)
- New South! (New South!)
- Ew, a ew, (break it down)
- Ew, a ew (break it down)
- [Duddy Ken]
- And we gonna rush 'em with a blitz on this
- Go round the world and hit every other upper scale and project brick with it
- Bubba Sparxxx who meet with the Organized Godly beat
- Man it's funny how God can be when you work hard to achieve
- It's still slaw nigga (*vocal scratch*), spittin that Pac liquor
- This is straight up pocket party, your summer that not nigga
- classical rhymes got most cats tryna battle with Ken
- Bet they won't "go up shit creek without they paddle again"
- Come down to my town, bet you won't visit Athens again
- And I write that hard har, roll like I got crack in my pen
- But since your so happy that things go exactly as planned
- Don't clack if we land, then it's crack a lackin again
- Then most of these clowns up outta the pay
- All I need is a stout, clean your coolatta and day
- And the day that I'm able to finally get outta the game
- What this hip hop has become is what the New South gotta change
- Bring it back
- [Chorus]
- [Bubba Sparxxx]
- What difference does it make, who I'm affiliated with
- Cause if you love 'em, how could you have really hated this
- All the groundbreakin these hillbilly maders did
- Wasn't no room for +Bubba Talk+ until we made it did
- I flow for Jimmy Mathis on that bus route daily
- And for momma June and all she fuss about lately
- I'm a get it white, if your hairless for Governor
- I'm tellin y'all the yanks ain't prepared for this southerner
- C-Dub certified, DF, dignitary
- Beat Club, they applaud, New South, visionary
- In spite of the efforts y'all made to pigeon hole me
- I rose from the pig shit without a smidgen on me
- At 15, 90, Adam's drive makin miracles
- For these many much, yes and everyday is pivotal
- I'm no entertainer so what I say is literal
- You say you "New South", faker tat it on your genitals
- [Chorus - 2X]
- [Thanks to rocknroll_razorblade@yahoo.com for correcting these lyrics]
- [Chorus]
- I've been travelin for some time (echo)
- With my fishin pole and my bottle of shine (echo)
- On these long dark dusty roads (echo)
- Lookin there's nowhere to go
- I guess I gotta hide away, far away
- Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way
- I gotta hide away, far away
- Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way
- Ay-ay-ay ay-ay-ay aaay
- [Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx]
- I left off of mama's with my thumb in the wind
- The leaves on the ground, winter's comin again
- Solid on the surface as I crumble within
- But legends are made out of vulnerable men
- So on the brink of death I still manage livin life
- Cause so rarely in this world are these chances given twice
- I indeed sold my soul, without glancing at the price
- No instructions when I was handed this device
- But with what I did get, I was more than generous
- Put others over self on several instances
- But I'm back on my feet without a hint of bitterness
- And one way or another I shall have deliverance
- So I say
- [Chorus]
- [Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx]
- Can you recall a time people loved you unconditionally?
- Toast in the new south, this one is for history
- Then I slipped fell and caused the number's injury
- Called the same people and it's yo you just missed them B
- This the formula, dammit Bubba you had it
- Why'd you have to keep it Polo and New Balance?
- Then they start to question whether you a true talent
- Or just a redneck substance abuse addict
- So then you hide away just to try to find your way
- And now they back to callin you 200 times a day
- I want all y'all to know, good or bad I'll remember it
- And 10 million sold in the name of my deliverance
- [Chorus]
- [Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx]
- Nothing could atone for the pain you've endured
- The blood you shed is still stained in your valour
- You took your wealth and knowledge and gave it to the poor
- Only to discover that your savior's manure
- Accepted me as kin, put before your younger brother
- They put a lot on us hardly knowin one another
- I honestly can say that over time I've come to love you
- Now we are brothers and together no one can touch us
- It haunts me with regret I never met your baby girl
- She's an angel on your shoulder helpin us to save the world
- This musical marriage is no coincedence
- So my mama to me baby we shall have deliverance
- So we say
- [Chorus]
- [Thanks to neia88@yahoo, streetuner3@nc.rr.com, Preston19221@msn.com, thehebrewhoya@yahoo.com for correcting these lyrics]
- (feat. Justin Timberlake)
- [Justin:]
- I could go number one ten times
- Pretty girls that like my rhymes
- You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
- Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
- I could go number one ten times
- Pretty girls that like my rhymes
- You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
- Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
- [Bubba:]
- Now I done banged a heap of Betties in various modes of transport
- 'N told them as they exit be sure that they close the damn door
- The quiet country types is usually those I'm scared for ??
- Some scared at first, but usually those demand more
- Really ain't conceited, I just call myself the cutterbug
- A horny little parasite that all the women love to love
- Tell you what it is today, I ain't concerned with what it was
- Bubba fixin' to get it done, I put that on my brother Russ
- Hear them in the closet, in the kitchen, justa whisperin'
- Bubba so psst psst knowing that I'm listening
- I ain't gotta chain, boy my peck[?]is all that's glistenin'
- Whachu steamin' on folk, y'all ain't even disciplined
- I ain't leaving nothin', this the house me and my people built
- Huggin' me and dappin' me, buddy I can see your guilt
- It's cold when you're wrong and you lookin' like you need a quilt
- Y'all matter less everytime this margarita tilt
- [Chorus:]
- I could go number one ten times
- Pretty girls that like my rhymes
- You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
- Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
- I could go number one ten times
- Pretty girls that like my rhymes
- You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
- Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
- A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would probably disappear
- Get some show money from UGLY and buy a keg of beer
- And another pig to give my other pigs some company
- Rent a doublewide and just live it out in luxary
- In due time, but there's business left to attend to
- I need another farm to bequeath my next of kin to
- And another tramp before my great aunt Missy
- Yea, I've been drinkin' but I ain't that pissy
- Thinkin' back to when my daddy told me what it's all about
- He said no matter what I do in life, some of y'all'll pout
- I can deal with that long as all my folks is eatin' good
- Let that channel pass over more than any Easter could
- I'm on the roll again and I ain't talkin' ecstacy
- Tell them folks at Interscope they fixin' to write some checks to me
- Soon as me and Timmy finish up this latest pig schlop
- Man I think you right, it ain't nothing but some hip hop
- I could go number one ten times
- Pretty girls that like my rhymes
- You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
- Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
- I could go number one ten times
- Pretty girls that like my rhymes
- You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
- Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
- I'm back off in the saddle with smile and that cajolery
- Mama always knew how big a stallion I would grow to be
- Way beyond these suckers both lyrically and vocally
- I doubted for a moment, now it's clear to me I'm supposed to be
- An uncanny whit plus a time that is impeccable
- Make the sharpest cat feel his mind is just a vegetable
- How does Bubba do it, you won't find it in a manual
- Confused them all at first so this time is understandable
- Staring at the ceiling fan, pondering my future now
- Wondering what the hell to do with all this loot I found
- Got my tractor polished up and I'm as drunk as Cooter Brown
- Navigating yet another one of Timmy's supersounds
- I could go number one ten times
- Pretty girls that like my rhymes
- You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
- Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny
- I could go number one ten times
- Pretty girls that like my rhymes
- You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
- Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny...
- [Thanks to mandee1313@earthlink.net for these lyrics]
- [Thanks to fab1021@comcast.net, mike@gatortrivia.com for correcting these lyrics]
- Oh! (ah, ah, ah, ah)
- Oh! (ah, ah, ah, ah)
- Oh! (ah, ah, ah, ah)
- Oh! here we go
- All my mamis right (Oh!)
- [vocal scratches](Here we go)
- All my mamis right (Oh!)
- [vocal scratches](Here we go)
- [Chorus - 2X]
- Hey! (AH) Why you headin my way (AH)
- What you need to do is (take the load off) (what)
- (take the load off) (what), (take the load off) (what)
- (take the load off willy)
- [Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx]
- Who else is so rural, but still make you feel urban
- Walk up in spine, ask if they chill Bourbon
- Jim Beam, Jack D, Evan Williams, that's me
- Tellin Ginuwine "I love Hank sing in that key"
- Now he's lookin at me, like Bub you alright
- Yeah I party dog, but not with them drugs that y'all like
- Now where Prada, Hampton and that little fuss is all hype
- I want what you want, and that's the busted bra type
- Where I come from, white boys ain't lame dog
- Honky and all that, the real ones ain't called
- Don't pull no bullshit unless you playin paintball
- You a fuckin felon, yeah but I'm gonna wipe the stank off
- CWB, read nothin to flee
- Go on take a load off, I'll clean up the debris
- CWB, read nothin to flee
- Go on take a load off, I'll clean up the debris
- [Chorus]
- [Verse 2 - Bubba Sparxxx]
- Slowly, homie just get to know me
- If we ain't compatible then disown me
- But don't tell me your men are for me
- If we ain't click keep some distance on me
- On and on, Bubba K no matter what I say
- These country folks wouldn't have it, no other way
- Cause I yell, but they ain't got nothin else to say
- And I got a heat warm and tugged away
- Plus the beep, beep, Timmy keep heat
- Him and Rick each, ain't no weak links
- Guess I'm just different than whatever you sniffin
- Still the same language, this ain't hieroglyphics
- Ask am I prolific?, yes sir indeed
- Really who are you to be questionin me
- See how I maneuver so effortlessly
- You'll be hard pressed to find a fresher MC
- [Chorus]
- [Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
- Free willy, take a load off
- Please silly, I ain't takin no loss
- He's really got the greatest tone dog
- One potata, two potata, three potata don't pause
- Betty boo, let it loose, work it for that revenue
- Am I not the most uniquest person that you ever knew?
- Walk up in the party, sanitation blurtin with a brew
- Bet ya this album does all the first one didn't do
- Stop with the badgerin, can't you see I'm staggerin?
- All that you babblin, ain't even close to matterin
- What you shouldn't think, you should know that I'm arrogant
- My "come to talk Bubba" shirt, tonight I ain't wearin it
- [Chorus]
- (feat. Sleepy Brown)
- All the way from Athens, the A-T-L shawty
- [Bubba Sparxxx]
- Uhh, Sleepy Brown
- Uhh, Bubba Sparxxx
- We gon' keep doin it baby
- Whether you like it or not.. uhh
- [Chorus: Sleepy Brown + (Bubba)]
- Ain't a damn thang pretty
- From dirt roads to the city, uhh
- (You might catch me drunk in the pub)
- (Or either crunk in the club)
- WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT
- Don't matter where I hang
- People love my twang, uhh
- (Call us country or Southerners mayn)
- (We gon' keep doin our thang)
- WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT
- [Sleepy Brown]
- Rollin up +So Fresh, So Clean+
- Wood grain, big screen TV's
- Uhh, I got the bump-bump in my trunk now
- Uhh, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to funk
- Now all the ladies seem to like my style
- Guess I'll be here for a while, mmm
- To see who wants to come and be with me
- I'll take you back to the flat so I can show you where it's at, c'mon
- Ohh, wee - look at me
- Movin 'cross the floor so easily
- Oh, my, can't deny
- This funk starts high in the sky
- I'm 'bout to get my groove on
- Uhh, I'm 'bout to bust a move on 'em
- Uhh, there's no-thing you can do for 'em
- Uhh, cause I'm checkin the spot if you really like it or not
- [Chorus]
- [Bubba Sparxxx]
- I know you hate it, I'ma say it to you anyway
- I'm 'bout to throw them 24's on that Escalade
- Still I got the Mickey T's on the Chevrolet
- Z-7-1, the mere sight'll take your breath away
- It's today but I'm still on it like it's yesterday
- Throw me the ball, this the game that I was bred to play
- And pass the cooler with this stewardess named Desireé
- You ain't no concern, I'ma wait and see what Heaven say
- I got a brother by the name of Snicky Ricky Wade
- He said - Bubba, real careers ain't quicky quickly made
- My other brother by the name of Patrick "Sleepy" Brown
- Said that our +Noize+ is the type that you should keep around
- They led me through the forest, took me to the wizard Ray
- He told me that tomorrow won't be what it is today
- I said, "Damn, that's just what my brother Tim would say"
- I'm back at home, just how long have I been away?
- [Chorus]
- [Bubba Sparxxx]
- I'm the type that you might see with Petey Pablo
- Chasin fielder's dream with corn and three Diablos
- And I'll be blessed to death if I see tomorrow
- But I'ma live to get my son a lead that he can follow
- I might can't flip a brick but bet that I can move a pound
- And if you call yourself the king, well then there's two in town
- Regardless where you from, what you do, or who you found
- You best to get to practice early for the shoot-around
- Cause Bubba don't play, do them thangs you won't say
- Be damned if I even pull my {dick} out and don't spray
- Daddy told me just to do them thangs he never did
- Breakin broads, get money, live your life and treasure it
- And that's the least that I can do, for the man who
- raised me up and through his faults helped me understand you
- And now I'm certified, New South pioneer
- Born and raised down here, best believe I'm dyin here
- [Chorus]
- [Bubba Sparxxx]
- For all my rebels ridin dump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs
- Hot rods, no seats, in the back
- Browning, thirties-thirties, in the rack
- Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at?
- Dump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs
- Hot rods, no seats, in the back
- Browning, thirties-thirties, in the rack
- Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at?
- Sump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs
- Hot rods, no seats, in the back
- Browning, thirties-thirties, in the rack
- Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at?
- Bubba Sparxxx! (YEAH)
- Organized Noize (YEAH) Beat Club
- Timbo (YEAH) the whole New South
- Real down South Georgia boy
- Real country white boy, real HARD
- Get it together, a new beginning..
- [Chorus - Male voice (background singer)]
- My tone
- (Tell me do you love it)
- My southern slang
- (Tell me do you love it)
- I'm sorry girl
- (Tell me do you love it), OW!
- (Tell me do you love it)
- Gettin jazzy
- (Tell me do you love it)
- I'm so jazzy baby
- (Tell me do you love it)
- Gettin jazzy
- (Tell me do you love it) OW!
- (Tell me do you love it), c'mon
- [Verse 1]
- Yeah, I'll be damned if I ain't the slick son gun y'all seen
- Walkin like a swallowed up the pharmacy at Walgreens
- Never did I love her, sorry baby it was all clean
- Who you think you dealin with?, this Jimmy Mathis' offspring
- Forty I was deep on the eighty I was there
- knock it out put on my boots and get the hell up out of there
- You know a rapper's rule, in and out before the snare
- And as far as parting shots, wash that shit up out your hair (OH)
- Stob block, Cobb block, Dodge Ram, got Knox
- six twelves, four amps, three sluts, what's hot
- I told ya once hot shot, you done braggin too hot
- Reach inside that tool box, there is when the feud stops
- [Chorus]
- [Verse 2]
- Papa was a Rolling Stone, but I'm a ballin boulder
- And I ain't gotta flex the chain, or hit the mall to show ya
- I just hibernate a while and call ya when it's over
- Don't know where I'm headed but it's pretty far from sober
- Yeah I fucked up in life, but wouldn't start it over
- Cause momma said that God said he got a party for ya
- And I'm a give ya lord, every beat a heart I owe ya
- It sounds a bit cliche but Bubba Sparxxx a soldier (OW)
- What you know about balin hay in that South Georgia heat
- Very few roads are paved, still I do it for the streets
- There's a heap a shit to lose, but there's even more to keep
- If you feelin froggy baby, better look before you leap
- [Chorus]
- [Verse 3]
- Baby it's the tone, that got me gettin 'Georgia Dome'
- Like Shondon, with that Steven on the phone
- Or maybe it's the slang, that got me gettin down my brains
- on the plane, met this chick in Fort Mayne
- And you certaintly can blame the jazziest persona
- But it's classy broad that get trashy in the sauna
- Bubba's just the slickest, how else is there to word it
- I'll just plead my case, and then let y'all unveil the verdict
- [Chorus]
- 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 mumble at 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 rural dwelling 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, doin' 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, Georgia 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 in Dahlonega
- 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
- Each 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, sober 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
- Have 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, whether drinkin' gin or Beck's
- Bubba funna bring it home, conceal it, and send the checks
- [Chorus x2]
- [Thanks to samurai_master_29@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
- [Thanks to glasswalkerny@realmsguard.com, carssson@hotmail.com, kevin.roberts@borland.com, flipper_556@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]
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