Win in Rome (feat. Scramn & Bubba Sparxxx) - B. Skillz

Hmmmmm (OW) (OH) Hmmmmm (OW) (OH) Hmmmmm (OW) (OH) Hmmmmm, c'mon (OW) Make them beats like you used to make (oh) Now keep movin (oh) now keep movin (oh) Make them beats like you used to make (woo) (OOHHH), (c'mon) [Verse 1 - Timbaland] Timbaland done lost his mind (mind) I think I'm about to cross the line (line) And find me somethin that soft to find (find) And hit it cause she swing right off the vine (oh) You better hold me back, I told you that I got enough heat to take your corners back And I done took your freak, you want her back (Well you can have that hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon) I'm a dirty south nigga from the VA streets (oh) And this is how I represent over this here beat (uh huh) And y'all don't really wanna fuck with me I don't care what y'all say, y'all stuck with me (alright now) Now I got the place panicin (oh) Timbaland and my dirty shenanigan (oh) And I might put two in the sky (uh huh) Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (woo) [Chorus] You better hold me back (oh) You better hold me back (oh) You better hold me back Cause I'm full of shenanigans (Oh) You better hold me back (oh) You better hold me back (oh) You better hold me back Cause I'm full of shenanigans [Verse 2 - Magoo] Hold me back, cause rap sell more than crack Stack my funds, my guns, take my quarters back Don't resist I will put heat on the track Matter of fact, we can take it off of wax You and your team was livin the dream, somebody shake 'em I can't hold on these dreams they won't wake 'em Fuck face, the street is a car chase Ew dead set, do what it take, to win the race I erase my fear and don't reappear I'ma go to the bar and take your beer, bitch Nigga, I must make shit clear Fuck around with Oo, I'll bite off your ear You better do the same, I fight 'til your slain On right just to bite, I'm tryna sever a vein And I might put two in the sky Like (da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da) [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx] Sucker live in fear of the day that I'm focused Slow as he appear, it's clear I own this Realm of Southern rap that despise to be competitive North or northfolk, they jokes is our negligence Sure they bounce to 112, I make a note of what sells Down here the sign men don't promote it, look at us fail Fuck it, I'ma just tell the truth as I perceive it Most of them think our shit is useless, believe it But me I got a love affair with all things Southern The dirty is a territory y'all can't govern We all ain't brothers, but this ain't the bitches neither And all our rap songs ain't for bouncers drinkin either Let me hit the reefer, 'fore I forgot to be the Little old country white boy, get to spittin ether Don't let this shit deceive ya, that cracker there crafty I know you only heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH) [Chorus] [Humming continues] ... full of shenanigans

I can't do that Timbaland shit, that that shoop shit. There goes that damn Bubba just bein his country self Slide inside Timmy's track and ride it 'til nothing's left Bet you then they'll get the picture, a legendary mixture Like Jim Beam and Coke, can you cope with that elixir? Drank it, that'll fix ya, why you angry anyway? I'm in the same mud as you, been dirty for plenty days Okay, let's get it on, in any shape form or fashion At the Tunnel in New York, or at the dorms out in Athens Y'all still don't hear me? Am I not speakin clearly? I just throw y'all little lames on any trash heap that's near me Fuck 'em, hot damn 'em, really, to hell with 'em Send 'em to Nelly B(?), and certainly they'll get 'em I really don't have to answer to questions that y'all present me But I know why after this here session, y'all resent me Never the one to fuss, just smile and let 'em walk Okey-dokey, now they knowin how Bubba talk Y'all don't know me a'tall I say the same thang but slower than y'all A little Southern charm to top it off Okey-dokey, dis dat Bubba talk Y'all don't know me a'tall I say the same thang but slower than y'all A little Southern charm to top it off Okey-dokey - SPIT BOY! This time it gets ugly, my folks done got to drankin Some rednecks and thugs in the club, now what you thankin? Hopped up and stankin, bankin on Bubba's rise All up on that Betty you got, with rubber thighs Can't help but love them guys, they happy they out the country But the country's still in them, black and nappy, white and grungy Lawd this boy's gone, from dirty to fast speed And if she don't visit, we snatchin that rare squeeze If you mad leave, this is not yo' type of party Some Jim Beam with gin and Henn with white Bacardi Yeah we quite retarded but hell you only live once Still talkin Bubba but I can't complete the sentence Y'all don't know me a'tall I say the same thang but slower than y'all A little Southern charm to top it off Okey-dokey, dis dat Bubba talk Y'all don't know me a'tall I say the same thang but slower than y'all A little Southern charm to top it off Okey-dokey - SPIT BOY! I slowly let my anger turn to just concern For y'alls well bein, I'm seein there's much to earn In this money pit of music, this dummy shit's amusin That's what you think it is? Meet me at the bank with this I'll withdraw the same two bills and spend it on port (?) Y'all can't run with me, stay on the porch please There's somethin special, about Bubba's mannerisms That's why they should accept, any helpin hand I give 'em I don't know, is it me, or is this industry foul? They used to be sugar but they shit to me now Get in and get bent, that's enough then cut me off No matter what it cost it's worth it when Bubba talk Y'all don't know me a'tall I say the same thang but slower than y'all A little Southern charm to top it off Okey-dokey, dis dat Bubba talk Y'all don't know me a'tall I say the same thang but slower than y'all A little Southern charm to top it off Okey-dokey - SPIT BOY! Y'all don't know me a'tall I say the same thang but slower than y'all A little Southern charm to top it off Okey-dokey, dis dat Bubba talk Y'all don't know me a'tall I say the same thang but slower than y'all A little Southern charm to top it off Okey-dokey - SPIT BOY!