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