| New South! |
| LaGrange, Georgia… Athens, Georgia…
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| The whole state of Georgia
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| Daddy! |
| The MudKats, MudKats
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| Bubba got another one for ya — MOMMA!
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| Uhh, better BELIEVE we get it done this time baby
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| The Mathis family, they can’t hide that money from us no mo'
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| It’s goin down, uh, yeah
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| Jimmy Mathis please come out here
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| And tell these folks who yo' son is
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| And mama tell Russ to load the shotgun
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| And get this loot 'cause we ain’t got none (What?)
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| Jimmy Mathis please come out here
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| And tell these folks who yo' son is
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| And mama tell Russ to load the shotgun
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| And get this loot 'cause we ain’t got none (What?)
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| Any blood shed for a cause it deserves it
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| It’s blood well worth it, we fought to preserve it
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| You caught him in person, you know Bubba’s psyched out
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| You hate it when they talk, but love it when I shout
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| Fuck with me I doubt, that you really can
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| When I get to doin, my hillbilly dance
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| A step to the left, then two back to the right
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| Take a shot of Patron and then get back to the mic
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| Yeah I’m rappin tonight, but soon as the light hit |
| I’m all about the green man to hell with this white shit
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| Unless it’s that white shit, that speed up your pulse rate
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| Some cardiac arrest, so sweet with a dub taste
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| This what they must face, I’ma be right here
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| Spittin' these flames out, and drinkin' Bud Light beer
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| 'Til the cows home and the dogs quit barkin'
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| Daddy tell 'em who I am and don’t beg no pardons
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| Jimmy Mathis please come out here
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| And tell these folks who yo' son is
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| And mama tell Russ to load the shotgun
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| And get this loot 'cause we ain’t got none (What?)
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| Jimmy Mathis please come out here
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| And tell these folks who yo' son is
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| And mama tell Russ to load the shotgun
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| And get this loot 'cause we ain’t got none (What?)
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| They watch me in the country like the race on Sunday
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| And I wear the crown for 'em 'til you take it from me
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| I made some mo-ney, but blew most of
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| Bought and sold all the shit that you boast of
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| But I love my life and ain’t much I regret
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| I just hope I remember, half of what I forget
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| Through the years and the tears, the blood and the sweat |
| But if you ever believe, it’s time to double your bet
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| 'Cause I ain’t even tapped into half my potential
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| But I have shown growth though, and that is essential
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| Grab you a pencil, and jot a few notes down
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| The questions they asked me, the answers I know now
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| Bet I ain’t no clown, fuck what you thought dawg
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| I’m in Jimmy Mathis old truck with a sawed off
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| Pistol-grip pump, let some shit jump
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| We take it to the water and yo' ship’ll get sunk
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| Jimmy Mathis please come out here
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| And tell these folks who yo' son is
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| And mama tell Russ to load the shotgun
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| And get this loot 'cause we ain’t got none (What?)
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| Jimmy Mathis please come out here
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| And tell these folks who yo' son is
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| And mama tell Russ to load the shotgun
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| And get this loot 'cause we ain’t got none (What?) |