[Intro: Bubba Sparxxx (Timbaland)]
Bub, Bub, Bub, Bub, Bub, Bub
(Told ya, told ya, told ya)
[Pre-Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx (Timbaland)]
Hey Betty
It's my birthday
Please let me (Told ya)
It's my birthday (What)
She ready (We ain't stoppin' now)
It's my birthday
And you know I'm just full of shit (Ya'll don't know)
It ain't my birthday (Come on)
[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx (Timbaland)]
You can find me in the mud
If you huntin' Bubs
Just get it on off your chest if you really got a grudge (Oh)
I'm in to what it is
I ain't into what it was
So don't give me mug, unless it's full of Bud (Come on)
You can find me in the mud
If you huntin' Bubs
Just get it on off your chest if you really got a grudge
I'm in to what it is
I ain't into what it was
So don't give me mug, unless it's full of Bud
[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx (Timbaland)]
When I pull up out front, they see that Grand Marn' mix
When I roll twenty deep bet I am with some hicks
Betty know I run with Tim, so she focused on my nuts
When you sound like Outkast then them hoes they wanna cut
Lil' buddy ain't nothin' changed, y'all down us up
Rico Wade in the cut, tell 'em hush that fuss up (Come on)
You hear me talk, you might mistake me as just country and slow (Say what?)
But it's been a year dog, I should get twenty a show (Woo)
Since I gave 'em a sample that they remember me for
This time I want the crown and all contenders should know
That I will wage war on any front, from the flow
From aura and persona to money and hoes
From interviews to interludes, X pills to quaaludes
Belvy to Bud Lights, slapped both so they sued (Whoa)
Whatever you say, do
If ballin' is what makes you the king
Then there's no amount of flossin' that I can't do
(Yeah Bubba, hey, talk greezy to 'em man, talk greezy to 'em)
[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx (Timbaland)]
You can find me in the mud
If you huntin' Bubs
Just get it on off your chest (Oh) if you really got a grudge (Oh)
I'm in to what it is
I ain't into what it was
So don't give me mug, unless it's full of Bud (Oh)
You can find me in the mud
If you huntin' Bubs
Just get it on off your chest if you really got a grudge (Oh)
I'm in to what it is
I ain't into what it was
So don't give me mug (Oh), unless it's full of Bud
[Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx (Timbaland)]
Say the sky ain't blue, say the South ain't New
Say I looked you in the eyes, lied and said that ain't you
Look at how I came through sippin' Sour Mash
Yeah the gauge in the trunk but I'll just whip a cowards ass (Woo)
How the hell you ask me if I'm gonna abandon
This country shit now that I'm already settin' the standard
Buddy I was country way before the shit was cool
Still swimmin' in the pond, it's too late to get a pool (Aiight)
And I really to say that goin' gold is like tying
But I don't feel like I've won even though I'm not cryin'
But this time I pledge to bring that fire, fire
Me doin' me, now what I think you might buy
If any of the country boys is feelin' you man
Grown men get it done, lil' children complain
They call it hick-hop, cool, I'll be that
And they know where the fuck they can find me at
[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx (Timbaland)]
You can find me in the mud (Oh)
If you huntin' Bubs
Just get it on off your chest if you really got a grudge (Oh)
I'm in to what it is (Oh)
I ain't into what it was
So don't give me mug (Oh), unless it's full of Bud (Oh)
You can find me in the mud
If you huntin' Bubs (You can find us in the mud right now)
Just get it on off your chest if you really got a grudge (Oh)
I'm in to what it is
I ain't into what it was (You ain't never heard a mixtape like this)
So don't give me mug, unless it's full of Bud
[Outro: Timbaland]
Let me talk to ya
My vicious rhyme is so unique
Shady, 50, Dre brings the heat
Jimmy Iovine he directs the fleet
Ha
Between all of us, how can y'all compete?
Oh, oh, oh
It's your birthday
We gone party like it's your birthday
Beat Club, New South, yeah
Let you cowards know what it's about ma
Mudd Katz
Bubba your chin strapped, put your mouth piece in
Ow
It's time to kick off
Yeah
World premiere, world premiere, world premiere
Heavy Hitters
Like that y'all
