Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back In The Mud, artist - Bubba Sparxxx. Album song Deliverance, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Back In The Mud |
Back in the mud again, I confess, I’m so happy here |
There’s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away |
Back in the mud again, I confess, I’m so happy here |
There’s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away |
It’s just that country boy, city slick |
Hot boy, temperament |
Add the pony, add the flame |
Either way it’s an event |
If it’s me consider it |
Pardon the coincidence, even though they mumble at me |
Suckers keep they distances |
Father, Kay Hey |
What’s that they say |
Hip hop redneck that’s a safe place |
Say what makes you comfortable |
With me cause I like it here |
How about a rural dwelling, urban music pioneer |
Turn it up, let it bang |
Run with me, I bet you can’t |
Took too much to make it float |
Never will I let it sink |
So we reinvented it |
Boy are we generous |
Hoping that my moment pass |
I can see the end of it |
25 years of life, I was born yesterday |
Loving life, doing right, earning every breath I take |
Standing in the mud again, cause it seems to pay me well |
Playing with my not so distance cousins from the ATL AHHH. |
Back in the mud again, I confess, I’m so happy here |
There’s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away |
Back in the mud again, I confess, I’m so happy here |
There’s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away |
Ah Yea, Ah Yea |
Press it up |
Ship it out |
Call the pony |
Rent it out |
Everything I Am today |
Is what I’ve really what I’ve been about |
Athens Georgia Resident |
Native of Lagrange though |
I don’t love the Peach State, brothers say it ain’t so |
Naw, Sir, In Fact it’s quite the opposite |
Loving yall from Brunswick, Up to the metropolis |
Can’t forget about my Betty Betty in the? |
That put them triple X’s at the end of Andy’s Monica |
How can I run from, everything that made me |
Knowing all the love I get is appreciated greatly |
Now witness something truly inconceivable |
Bubba International, but still he kept it regional |
Trying to make my momma proud |
Ricky Lathens see me smile |
Gotta make sure this next CD is the fire |
Making sure everyone one of my talented associates gets what they deserve |
Nothing short that’s appropriate YEA!!! |
Back in the mud again, I confess, I’m so happy here |
There’s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away |
Back in the mud again, I confess, I’m so happy here |
There’s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away |
Get your cup, fill it up |
Soda don’t appeal to us |
But if your broke, do what you can’t that alone still enough |
Help us out if your rich, cause we about to pitch a bitch |
Just stop by the store and grab a case of that, a six of this |
Hey Betty get it ready, cause you daddys in route |
Let her join the Beat Club, peep that lil trim out |
Have her screaming new south, with out pulling loot out |
He always wonder what you doing, let him wonder who now |
At the end of the day, I will have no regrets |
Got it done on every front, and I ain’t even focused yet |
At the bottom of the pond, swimming with them mud cats |
If you dive in I’m perusing for a grudge match |
Spell It out L-E-G-E-N-D, I still believe |
What ever goal God set for me, indeed I will achieve |
Either in this life, for in the next |
Whether drinking Gin or Becks |
Bubba fin, to bring it home, still you can send a check |
Back in the mud again, I confess, I’m so happy here |
There’s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away |
Back in the mud again, I confess, I’m so happy here |
There’s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away |