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Bubba Sparxxx
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Like It or Not
作詞:Pat Brown, Mike Hartnett, Warren Anderson Mathis, Raymon Ameer Murray, Rico R Wade
All the way from Athens, the A T L Shawty
Uh, Sleepy Brown Uh, Bubba Sparxxx We gon' keep doin' it baby Whether you like it or not
Ain't a damn thang pretty From dirt roads to the city 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 Call us country or southerners man We gon' keep doin' our thang Whether you like it or not
Rollin' up so fresh, so clean Wood grain, flat screen TVs Uh, 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 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 nothing you can do for 'em Uhh, 'cause I'm checkin' the spot if you really like it or not
Ain't a damn thang pretty From dirt roads to the city 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 Call us country or southerners man We gon' keep doin' our thang Whether you like it or not
I know you hate it, I'm a 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 71, 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 Desire You ain't no concern, I'm a 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 noise 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 もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com I said, 'Damn, that's just what my brother Tim would say' I'm back at home, just how long have I been away?
Ain't a damn thang pretty From dirt roads to the city 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 Call us country or southerners man We gon' keep doin' our thang Whether you like it or not
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'm a 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 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
Ain't a damn thang pretty From dirt roads to the city 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 Call us country or southerners man We gon' keep doin' our thang Whether you like it or not
For all my rebels ridin' dump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs Hot rods, no seats, in the back Browning, thirty-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, thirty-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, thirty-thirties, in the rack Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at
Bubba Sparxxx! Organized Noise, Beat Club Timbo the whole new south Real down South Georgia boy Real country white boy, real hard Get it together, a new beginning
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