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Bubba Sparxxx
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Regardless (Featuring C.T.)
作词:Shannon Houchins, Warren Anderson Mathis
Yeah, ha B.K. C.I. okay Yo
You ever rolled up in a convenience store with a forty-four And told the cashier to drop to the floor? But you didn't take anything but a bag of chips A half gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of grits?
Nah but I might walk up in Kroger, head straight for the DVD's Stuff 'bout four of 'em in my cargo, smile and flee with ease Then hit up the Super Target, exchange 'em for store credit That's sixty dollars worth of grub, some squares and a case of Bud
Yo, yo you ever invested your money in some Internet stock? Seen how your cheese multiply quicker than sellin' rocks? I invest in pharmaceuticals like Xanax and Loritabs Take 'em all with alcohol, then hunt for some more to grab Yo, you ever had a chick with no brains, but liked to give 'em That had the nerve to ask you to scream her name while you hit it?
Haha, nah but I know this Betty who licks ass for her enjoyment She also takes golden showers and drinks the piss from out my toilet And when it's time for the deployment of doo-doo from out my anus She likes to catch it in her hands and lick the excess from her fingers
Yo, you ever tried to purchase a car with a personal check? Have your lady call you a dog, and send you to the vet? Ever been in trouble with the cops, for more than three times From tryin' to sell digital video cameras to the blind?
Man fuck purchasin' a car, I live on New Jersey drive Athens Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that ain't no lie And my girl don't even speak 'cause I get violent when I drink But it's perfect 'cause she don't talk, I need some silence when I think
About the thirty-three times the law tangled me up With chunky tray, legs up, stuck, thinkin' we fuck Well screw 'em they ain't enough to stop these Sparxxx from flyin' If Bubba ain't the truth that just mean that my heart is lyin'
No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest C.I., spit what I feel, regardless
No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest C.I., spit what I feel, regardless
Would you rather move two thousand units and be critically acclaimed Or sell two million out the gate and be labeled lyrically lame? In other words, would you prefer to have dem mics in The Source Or a Grammy, some jazzy broads, a little ice and a Porsche?
I ain't gon' lie, I'm tryin' to sell three million out the gate And get six mics in The Source off of lyrical force And push a custom made Porsche and a Range with the woodgrain And spit verses sharp enough to cut straight to your brain
Well, you ever fucked a chunky broad, weighin' three hundred plus up And actually took some pride to the shit, and didn't rush none? 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Yo, when it comes to big chicks, C.I. plead the fifth 'Cause I only weigh a buck-fifty and I don't own a forklift Man have you ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in your throat Then took your whole advance to buy more, and woke up broke?
Yo, C.I. don't do drugs, I hang out with corporate thugs That transport microchips and oriental rugs Then sell 'em on the streets for as much as they can The only coke I mess with comes in sixteen ounce cans
But would ever consider dancin' with the devil for paper? Fly with me and Fred Durst on an embezzlement caper? Would you bet on the Lakers if Jordan played for the Clippers Or leave yo' girl and move to Vegas with a stable of strippers?
Yo, I wouldn't dance with the devil, the stocks are too hot And if Jordan played for the Clippers I'd claim Cali like 'Pac And I'm not into embezzlement, I like hostile takeovers Corporate jets, BMW's and Range Rovers
'Cause they're tax writeoffs, they're all business expenses And as far as that stripper, yo I let my man hit her C to the I, Central Intelligence And if I did touch her believe me you wouldn't find a trace of evidence
No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest C.I., spit what I feel, regardless
No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest C.I., spit what I feel, regardless
No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest C.I., spit what I feel, regardless
No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest C.I., spit what I feel, regardless
Yeah, C.I., and Bubba Sparxx, nonsense I think in conclusion, it could be said That no matter where the fuck I'm at No matter who the fuck I'm around
I'ma do what the fuck I do Ride walk leave it or love it I don't give a fuck Now I fucks with a motherfucker like C.I. 'Til we both bleed 'til we can't bleed no more Just 'cause I know he'll do that same type of shit
The East, the West, don't forget about the South Don't forget about the motherfuckin' South Bubba Kay worldwide, ay Venice to Venezuela, [Incomprehensible] Y'all know what the fuck it is [Incomprehensible]
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