Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Like It Or Not , by - Bubba Sparxxx. Release date: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Like It Or Not |
| Uhh, Sleepy Brown |
| Uhh, Bubba Sparxxx |
| We gon' keep doin it baby |
| Whether you like it or not. |
| uhh |
| Ain’t a damn thang pretty |
| From dirt roads to the city, uhh |
| (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, uhh |
| (Call us country or Southerners mayn) |
| (We gon' keep doin our thang) |
| WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT |
| Rollin up +So Fresh, So Clean+ |
| Wood grain, big screen TV’s |
| Uhh, 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, mmm |
| 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 no-thing you can do for 'em |
| Uhh, cause I’m checkin the spot if you really like it or not |
| I know you hate it, I’ma 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-7−1, 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 Desireé |
| You ain’t no concern, I’ma 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 +Noize+ 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 |
| I said, «Damn, that’s just what my brother Tim would say» |
| I’m back at home, just how long have I been away? |
| 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’ma 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 |
| For all my rebels ridin dump truck, heavy Chevy’s, Cadillacs |
| Hot rods, no seats, in the back |
| Browning, thirties-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, thirties-thirties, in the rack |
| Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at? |
| Sump truck, heavy Chevy’s, Cadillacs |
| Hot rods, no seats, in the back |
| Browning, thirties-thirties, in the rack |
| Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at? |
| Bubba Sparxxx! |
| (YEAH) |
| Organized Noize (YEAH) Beat Club |
| Timbo (YEAH) the whole New South |
| Real down South Georgia boy |
| Real country white boy, real HARD |
| Get it together, a new beginning. |