Текст песни Bubba Sparxxx - Back in the Mud
Bubba Sparxxx - Back in the Mud слова песни
One.. Two.. One..Two..Three Lets GO..[Chorus - repeat 2X]Back in the mud again, I confess, I`m so happy hereThere`s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away[Verse 1]It`s just that country boy, city slickHot boy, temperamentAdd the pony, add the flameEither way it`s an eventIf it`s me consider itPardon the coincidence, even though they mumble at meSuckers keep they distancesFather, Kay HeyWhat`s that they sayHip hop redneck that`s a safe placeSay what makes you comfortableWith me cause I like it hereHow about a rural dwelling, urban music pioneerTurn it up, let it bangRun with me, I bet you can`tTook too much to make it floatNever will I let it sinkSo we reinvented itBoy are we generousHoping that my moment passI can see the end of it25 years of life, I was born yesterdayLoving life, doing right, earning every breath I takeStanding in the mud again, cause it seems to pay me wellPlaying with my not so distance cousins from the ATL AHHH.. [Chorus][Verse 2]Ah Yea, Ah YeaPress it upShip it outCall the ponyRent it outEverything I Am todayIs what I`ve really what I`ve been aboutAthens Georgia ResidentNative of Lagrange thoughI don`t love the Peach State, brothers say it ain`t soNaw, Sir, In Fact it`s quite the oppositeLoving yall from Brunswick, Up to the metropolisCan`t forget about my Betty Betty in the ?.That put them triple X`s at the end of Andy`s MonicaHow can I run from, everything that made meKnowing all the love I get is appreciated greatlyNow witness something truly inconceivableBubba International, but still he kept it regionalTrying to make my momma proudRicky Lathens see me smileGotta make sure this next CD is the fireMaking sure everyone one of my talented associates gets what they deserveNothing short that`s appropriate YEA!!![Chorus][Verse 3]Get your cup, fill it upSoda don`t appeal to usBut if your broke, do what you can`t that alone still enoughHelp us out if your rich, cause we about to pitch a bitchJust stop by the store and grab a case of that, a six of thisHey Betty get it ready, cause you daddys in routeLet her join the Beat Club, peep that lil trim outHave her screaming new south, with out pulling loot outHe always wonder what you doing, let him wonder who nowAt the end of the day, I will have no regretsGot it done on every front, and I ain`t even focused yetAt the bottom of the pond, swimming with them mud catsIf you dive in I`m perusing for a grudge matchSpell It out L-E-G-E-N-D, I still believeWhat ever goal God set for me, indeed I will achieveEither in this life, for in the nextWhether drinking Gin or BecksBubba fin, to bring it home, still you can send a check[Chorus]