Back in The Mud |
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Back in The Mud Lyrics |
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 1,21,2,3, 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, Doing 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" Naw, Sir,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` shorter of that`s appropriate [Chorus] [Verse 3] Get your 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 fixna pitch a 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, whther drinkin` gin or Beck`s Bubba fixna bring it home, conceal it, and send the checks [Chorus x2] |
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