[C.I.]
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Yeah, ha (B.K.) C.I. (okay?)
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Yo
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You ever rolled up in a convenience store with a forty-four
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and told the cashier to drop to the floor?
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But you didn't take anything but a bag of chips
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a half gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of grits?
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[Bubba]
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Nah but I might walk up in Kroger, head straight for the DVD's
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Stuff 'bout four of 'em in my cargo, smile and flee with ease
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Then hit up the Super Target, exchange 'em for store credit
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That's sixty dollars worth of grub, some squares and a case of Bud
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[C.I.]
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Yo.. yo you ever invested your money in some internet stock?
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Seen how your cheese multiply quicker than sellin rocks?
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[Bubba]
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I invest in pharmaceuticals like Xanax and Loritabs
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Take 'em all with alcohol, then hunt for some more to grab
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[C.I.]
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Yo.. you ever had a chick with no brains, but liked to give 'em
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that had the nerve to ask you to scream her name while you hit it?
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[Bubba]
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Haha.. nah but I know this Betty who licks ass for her enjoyment
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She also takes golden showers and drinks the piss from out my toilet
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And when it's time for the deployment of doo-doo from out my anus
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She likes to catch it in her hands and lick the excess from her fingers
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[C.I.]
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Yo, you ever tried to purchase a car with a personal check?
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Have your lady call you a dog, and send you to the vet?
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Ever been in trouble with the cops, for more than three times
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from tryin to sell digital video cameras to the blind?
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[Bubba]
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Mannnn fuck purchasin a car, I live on "New Jersey Drive"
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Athens Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that ain't no lie
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And my girl don't even speak cause I get violent when I drink
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But it's perfect cause she don't talk, I need some silence when I think
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about the thirty-three times the law tangled me up
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With chunky tray, legs up, stuck, thinkin we fuck
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Well screw 'em they ain't enough to stop these Sparxxx from flyin
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If Bubba ain't the truth that just mean that my heart is lyin
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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No matter what you ask me, I'm givin you Bubba Kay
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Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say
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Nuttin more nuttin less, I'ma get it off my chest
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C.I., spit what I feel, regardless
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[Bubba]
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Would you rather move two thousand units and be critically acclaimed
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or sell two million out the gate and be labelled lyrically lame?
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In other words, would you prefer to have dem mics in The Source
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or a Grammy, some jazzy broads, a little ice and a Porsche?
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[C.I.]
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I ain't gon' lie, I'm tryin to sell three million out the gate (okay)
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And get six mics in The Source off of lyrical force
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And push a custom made Porsche and a Range with the woodgrain
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And spit verses sharp enough to cut straight to your brain
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[Bubba]
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Well, you ever fucked a chunky broad, weighin three hundred plus up
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and actually took some pride to the shit, and didn't rush none?
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[C.I.]
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Yo.. when it comes to big chicks, C.I. plead the fifth
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Cause I only weigh a buck-fifty and I don't own a forklift
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[Bubba]
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Man have you ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in your throat
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then took your whole advance to buy more, and woke up broke?
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[C.I.]
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Yo.. C.I. don't do drugs, I hang out with corporate thugs
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that transport microchips and oriental rugs
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Then sell 'em on the streets for as much as they can
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The only Coke I mess with comes in sixteen ounce cans
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[Bubba]
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But would ever consider dancin with the devil for paper?
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Fly with me and Fred Durst on an embezzlement caper?
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Would you bet on the Lakers if Jordan played for the Clippers
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or leave yo' girl and move to Vegas with a STABLE of strippers?
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[C.I.]
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Yo.. I wouldn't dance with the devil, the stocks are too hot
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And if Jordan played for the Clippers I'd claim Cali like 'Pac
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And I'm not into embezzlement, I like hostile takeovers
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Corporate jets, BMW's and Range Rovers
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cause they're tax writeoffs, they're all business expenses
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And as far as that stripper, yo I let my man hit her (man c'mon)
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C to the I, Central Intelligence
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And if I did touch her believe me you wouldn't find a trace of evidence
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[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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[Bubba Sparxxx]
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Yeah (C |