Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Infected, artist - Bubba Sparxxx. Album song Dark Days, Bright Nights, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Interscope
Song language: English
Infected |
Hahahahahahah! |
Don’t be scared of me |
Come on over here and let Bubba infect you |
Uhh, uhh |
From the slums the East of Athens to the plains in North LaGrange |
Bubba K can stumble drunk up on any porch I hang |
Smokin all sources dank — from Jimmy Shwagger to Cambud |
And I’m chasin Jim Beam, we keep stallin until my time’s up |
Line up lames it’s time for your vaccination |
Be glad you been infected, accept it, congratulations |
I got platinum asperations but fear’s my motivation |
I’mma wait in my time to shine but daily I grow impatient |
Strictly for procreation, I need to plant my seeds |
Since these bitches won’t cut I’ll rely on my hand to breathe |
Fuckin this Cantonese, Betty named Tamberly |
And her four older sisters 'til the blisters began to bleed |
They probably’ll banish me for spittin in how I’m live it |
But I’m still with my tongue out — flickin it like a lizard |
Bubba like chicken gizzards; |
fried in Southern pride |
Man go on and drink dat beer but you know I’mma funnel mine |
Now you could shoot it in yo' veins or shoot it up straight to yo' brain |
You could smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole |
Lo and behold boy you should’ve done injected |
Cause if you ride with me I’mma get you so infected |
Now you could hit that Betty raw or bust a load off in her jaw |
You could place it where she doo doo, or even lick her poo doo |
See I don’t care what you do, just don’t leave her neglected |
Cause if you fall asleep I’mma get her so infected! |
I just got off the phone with God, he said — I know this might seem odd |
But Bubba I really need you, these preachers ain’t doin they job |
So travel to Cape Cod, buy a thousand sheets of acid |
And distribute it witcho' album, no doubt that’ll be a classic |
Dude lockin up every fashion, whether it’s dope from weed to coke |
From heroin to X, so next we needin a boat |
Off the coast of eastern Georgia for two hundred keys of snort |
For them heavy reefer chiefers, the five was trees to blow |
They count on me fo' sho', if you fronted I’m goin the low |
Man I’m from who did it though, but it’s funny, cause no one sold it |
But now that Bubba hold it I’m certain they gon' disperse it |
The rural parts the suburbs, I know that may seem absurd |
But long ago when I heard they meet the urban people |
They play by ears for years now my folks deserve some equal |
Affection from this infection that gives our foundation |
The same blood the same drugs equals a proud nation |
Shit I probably know what you thankin when yo' legs get wobbly drankin |
(Bubba K got it hard!) That’s when they found yo' body stankin |
And you won’t be body linkin, what you thought I was from N’Sync? |
I’m a country muh’fucker who ain’t changed my clothes in six weeks |
Runnin with a thick fleet, of hungry Caucasoids |
The type when you see us in the club actin up y’all avoid |
Call your boys I got boys from Westpoint to Nelly B |
Yeah I run with black folks too and they do carry heat |
Plus I fuck with smelly freaks and I think they pussy very sweet |
The fine Betty Betty with double D’s and sexy feet |
On coke or ecstasy, down here we call 'em Beanie Babies |
She was sensitive to the touch so when we fuck I mean it’s gravy |
But I ain’t seen her lately — I been too busy chasin patients |
We gon' shoot a movie next just so yo' ass can play the hatin |
If the livest in yo' faction tellin me where the mic’s at |
He won’t never rap again and he might not ever get his pride back |
Exactly like that |
Now we all infected. |
Now yo' life’s the same as mine |
And my life’s the same as yours |
We all standin in the same, same shit. |
I thank God and Khalifani |
Anybody else got infected, or willin to be infected |
Nonsense. |
Bubba Sparxxx |