Bubba Jones - Tony Joe White

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah To all it was All it is And all it shall be New South Uh, yeah, yeah I gotta key Bubba answers, a kilo of questions The heart for humility, that ego perplexes Strength, will and honor, a hero's possessions On the road to destiny I need no directions Far to Southerners, the best man the winner And only this morning does the best man remember Fighters seen the weak, more success than inventors And a saint never ever suffers less than a sinner But I'm proud to admit that this shit no longer Phases or amazes me, I only grow stronger At any given moment this world can so long ya Box you up, drop you in the dirt and slow song ya So every blessed minute I'm breathin I'm conceivin, for when I do perish, reasons for your grievin That's not to say I plan on leavin here this evening I'll be in Honolulu with Steven next season Live die, laugh, cry, Life will pass by Breathe in, exhale I scream, you yell New South! (New South!) New South! (New South!) Ew, a ew, (break it down) Ew, a ew (break it down) And we gonna rush 'em with a blitz on this Go round the world and hit every other upper scale and project brick with it Bubba Sparxxx who meet with the Organized Godly beat Man it's funny how God can be when you work hard to achieve It's still slaw nigga (*vocal scratch*), spittin that Pac liquor This is straight up pocket party, your summer that not nigga Classical rhymes got most cats tryna battle with Ken Bet they won't "go up shit creek without they paddle again" Come down to my town, bet you won't visit Athens again And I write that hard har, roll like I got crack in my pen But since your so happy that things go exactly as planned Don't clack if we land, then it's crack a lackin again Then most of these clowns up outta the pay All I need is a stout, clean your coolatta and day And the day that I'm able to finally get outta the game What this hip hop has become is what the New South gotta change Bring it back What difference does it make, who I'm affiliated with Cause if you love 'em, how could you have really hated this All the groundbreakin these hillbilly maders did Wasn't no room for +Bubba Talk+ until we made it did I flow for Jimmy Mathis on that bus route daily And for momma June and all she fuss about lately I'm a get it white, if your hairless for Governor I'm tellin y'all the yanks ain't prepared for this southerner C-Dub certified, DF, dignitary Beat Club, they applaud, New South, visionary In spite of the efforts y'all made to pigeon hole me I rose from the pig shit without a smidgen on me At 15, 90, Adam's drive makin miracles For these many much, yes and everyday is pivotal I'm no entertainer so what I say is literal You say you "New South", faker tat it on your genitals

Hey The logo on the blimp Head got me talking like a pimp How you want it, uh Your sister, your momma, I'm bangin' on both (ooh) Brought a rack like I'm hangin' a coat Call your folks, tell 'em you good (you good baby) I fucked you like the little engine it could "Hey Chase, what you have?", the logo on the blimp (I did though) Steady bread got me walking with a limp (with a limp though) Steady head got me talking like a pimp (like a pimp) "How you wan' it?", I'm like Bubba with the shrimp (bubba) The tape drop and it's making it dim You took the truth and you're making it bend (wassup) Let the bitches tell you that I came in to win (I came in I would) I be all up in it like I'm paying it rent (all up in it) Watch me jig in my pretty penny pants (uh-huh uh-huh) My song come on, my head bop, I don't dance (uh-huh uh-huh) Like Donkey Kong, it's on bitch, bring your friends And your thon-th-thon, like cisco where your mans (Cisco) Jumpin' in my bag like a birkin (birkin) I don't do no 9-5 workin' (workin') Lunch break on my instagram lurkin' (lurkin') Fresh tat, on the interstate swervin' (swerve) Back in '98, hoppin' out my momma (awoo) Secret weapon, had been had it like Osama (uh, yeah) Punctuated, don't go easy on the commas (comma) I want all the chicken in the land by mañana (chicke, uh) White nelly this country, grandma (uh-huh) Put it on wax like I caught it on camera Clang-bang-clang, Charlie Manson with the hammer The beat on death row, in Montgomery, Alabama Like right before I right to this shit, uh (wait) You prolly risked your life for this shit, huh (hey, yeah) Kick and screaming bite for this shit Put yo' sweet caroline on a flight for this dick, uh (hey) Cook a bitch 'bout 40, short bus shorty I'ma split my pack with my woadie Doja with pill like Zack with the Cody A Zooey Deschanel in my lap getting cozy (getting cozy) Hit me up to bone it Hoe, I bet yo' daddy don't condone it I go Berry White if you wan' it (yeah, yeah) And she said "Ooh-ooh-ooh, I love you Chase" Right, I love you too Your sister, your momma, I'm bangin' on both (ooh) Brought a rack like I'm hangin' a coat Call your folks, tell 'em you good (you good baby) I fucked you like the little engine it could "Hey Chase, what you have?", the logo on the blimp (I did though) Steady bread got me walking with a limp (with a limp though) Steady head got me talking like a pimp (like a pimp) "How you wan' it?", I'm like Bubba with the shrimp (bubba) Bubba Bubba, Bubba Bubba Bubba, Bubba

Yeah Workin' real hard, about 50 a week Always had a job but I couldn't find no winnin' streak No, no Put a little money in my pocket The rest down in my boot I may be a poor man But I always got some loot I got boot money I got boot money Workin' real hard, about 50 a week Always had a job but I couldn't find no winnin' streak Put a little money in my pocket The rest down in my boot May be a poor man but I always got some loot I got boot money I got boot money I got boot money I got boot money Boot money Boo-boo-boot money I got boot-

I've been laying low Living in the shadows Spending time alone Conversations with the wall Hanging on I'm just trying to matter And I remain Trying to make some sense of it all I've been here before I'm familiar with the pain But I ain't running no more there's one thing changed Ain't going down this time This time I ain't going down Like an undertow I feel the promise of the nighttime But I've been down that road And my search came to an end I hit the motherload Enough blues for a lifetime Now I'm digging deep inside Trying to find my way back again You know you've entered the danger zone When you look in the eyes and there's no one home Ain't going down this time This time I ain't going down Deep in the night I miss a woman's touch The fire burns strong And I'm drawn to the flame But I pay the price When I get caught up in the heartbeat And passion flows Unrestrained No one left to blame I'm faced with the truth And it's all too plain when there's nothing left to lose Ain't going down this time This time I ain't goin