[Intro]
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Let that water cleanse yo' mind
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Feel it tricklin down yo' spine
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It's all about the wills and won'ts, do's and don'ts
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and the price they'll pay to shine
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[Bubba Sparxxx]
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Now I done came a ways up this long road
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In spite of the lies that y'all told
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Believe me these folks is all cold
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From the Polo Club to Paul doe
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They all know Bubba ya boy who cut her without a rubber
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But you couldn't look past my skin
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So me and Ken wrote about the water
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Now it's true I babble on about blotter and tales of beanstalks
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But peep it it ain't no secret I'm reachin beyond that cheap talk
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Cause we fought battles and this water make yo' trunk rattle
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So if it's beef you searchin fo' I run with poachers who hunt cattle
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And it don't matter, if you crunk in the club, or drunk in the pub
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Bring that notion to my ocean boy you sunk in a sub
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I'm crumblin buds of homegrown, ponderin shit that's gone wrong
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But fuck it it ain't productive to dwell on somethin that's lone gone
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My dome's blown, from twenty plus years of experimentin
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with whatever drug you pedalin, from acid coke to heroin
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But lately I've been settlin for liquor and herbal treats
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I want the money, the hoes, and the house on Myrtle Beach
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[Chorus]
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Let that water cleanse yo' mind
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Feel it tricklin down yo' spine
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It's all about the wills and won'ts, do's and don'ts
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and the price they'll pay to shine
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Let that water cleanse yo' mind
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I pray it opens up your eyes
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Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all
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So we live for the present time
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[Bubba Sparxxx]
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Next time you in the A-T-L get on 85 South and travel
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sixty miles to Legrange, but watch yo' chrome off on that gravel
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Then mount your horse and saddle cause you in the country now
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The birthplace of Bubba 'kay now leave before the sun is down
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It's funny how you look at us as nothin more than crumbs of dust
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that's scattered on your wall when just like y'all in guns we trust
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Run with us for bout a week, let us teach you how to speak
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with this jazzy rural grammar to get them hoes up out they seat
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Bouncin beats all down the street out them Buicks on chrome'n'blades
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And even though it's Christmas day we still eatin on foamy plates
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Ain't nuttin, we gon' be straight whether you accept us or decline us
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I ain't Baby, Shan ain't Mannie - but I still feel we +Big Tymers+
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Them classics all designers, unforgiven and livin
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like today is forever cause tomorrow is for the vision
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Based on optimism and honestly I can't see it
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I'ma crank it up tonight if tomorrow comes so be it
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[Chorus]
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[Bubba Sparxxx]
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Man I'm feelin day to day, on dope quotes
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Ridin a boat that hope floats
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With an entourage of po' folks
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who smoke dope but don't cope
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I swear to y'all I won't croak, before this dream is realized
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No confederates in this settlement but trust me the South will rise
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It ain't even about the rap shit, we already mastered that shit
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All the water in this well's for country folks who never had shit
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Did you know they closin down the only factory in this town?
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But still you got the nerve to say it's plenty work to go around
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I asked the Lord to hold me down 'til I find me some distribution
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He kept me up for seven nights then finally hit me with this solution
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As a result of this pollution it seems my water is now valued
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at twenty dollars a jug, so yessir, we puttin it out soon
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But in the form of loud tunes to soothe your troubled heart
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What many call salvation is really just Bubba Sparxxx
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So when I'm easin up them charts, say thank you cause this for y'all
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Pay the price, live your life, and that money, get it all
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[Chorus]
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If you need to bathe, then bathe
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And if you want to drink, come on and drink
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from this well
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[Chorus].. Bubba Sparxxx, huh, Big Shan, J.J., Southwestern Clay.. Collabo, two geezy, huh, y'all hurtin for this.. Huh, you need it, Bubba
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Well Water
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Bubba Sparxxx |