[VERSE I-Bubba Sparxxx]
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I come, they go
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I run, they slow
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I ain¡¯t ashamed that I did what I did
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I just live how I live, you don't like it, say so
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Ain't a singer on my payroll
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I¡¯m platinum, they¡¯re probably that gold
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Buckhead bouncing, move a little ounces
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Talking out loud, but I ain't low
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Wait for the day that Bubba can't blow
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And get them fo¡¯sho, bitch can¡¯t blow
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S.V. style, you know what I¡¯m talking about
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Mo¡¯fucking bank account, you say Os
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These hoes better stay on their toes
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The big play threat, I just may go
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87 yards in the blink of an eye
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It really don¡¯t matter what you think of the guy
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Cuz I¡¯m eager to try this style, and that style
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And stack piles of cash, while sayin' something
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Dudes agile, hear that? Wow.
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A bad child that turned good
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Now, I¡¯ve earned good, but I¡¯ve burned better
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That cush, please just sush, wuss
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I¡¯m the team captain, get your first letter
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BITCH! (Pussy!)
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[CHORUS-Sleepy Brown]
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You thinking you dead, boy?
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Know where I¡¯m at, boy?
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I¡¯m on the other side of the room
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Your lady feel frisky
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Tell her come get me
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I¡¯m on the other side of the room
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If you came to party, let¡¯s go get it started
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I¡¯m on the other side on the room
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Whether you with me
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Or you¡¯re against me
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I¡¯m on the other side of the room
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[VERSE II-Petey Pablo]
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I remember when we used to carry them things
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Back in the days
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Hot as a flame and I¡¯m setting through the blaze
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Homey, full of hate
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Dollar bill full of cane
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It¡¯s the mister motherFUCKER with a hundred different names
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Ain¡¯t fuck with nobody
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Can¡¯t roll no problem, diamond
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Never could quite understand a man that never talked how to
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Stay to himself (mimic gun cocking) Quiet as kept
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With a coldness in his eyes that will scare you to death
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I was on my way, man I had one foot in the grave
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Motherfucker I stayed contemplating about my last and final day
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I¡¯m supposed to be nothing, they were supposed to give me life in prison
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Last pick, misfit, probably did a full twenty
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Hey, I¡¯m right here, head up
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Got the whole world shaking for me¡¦I said
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[CHORUS-Sleepy Brown]
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[VERSE III-Bubba Sparxxx]
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Maybe death and taxes ain¡¯t the only thing certain
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To come unnerved from out behind the closed curtain, Bubba skirting
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What¡¯s the word? You must have heard a lot of BS was asserted
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Since none of us is perfect, wonder who it was unnerving
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Not me, not you, grin and bear it? Got to
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If they ain¡¯t worried about you, then they ain¡¯t worried about you
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Hear, hear, get it clear, disappear from out my hemisphere
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If indeed you¡¯ve got some business here, then state it crystal clear
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All this fake innuendo from little minnows
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Is gonna make the big goldfish unload on the fish hole
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Fuck Cane and Nate, baby tell me that it is so
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I¡¯d rather watch my momma get low than quit this, fo¡¯ sho, yo
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[CHORUS-Sleepy Brown]
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Other Side
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Bubba Sparxxx |