Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hootnanny, artist - Bubba Sparxxx.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
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 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 |
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 ?? |
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 |
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? |
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 hen? |
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… |