Reinfected

[Intro: Timbaland]

Hahaha, yo, yo, hey, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo (Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo)

Like I said before, welcome to the New South (New South)

Haha, the album before the album, Bubba Sparxxx

And we 'bout to put it down like this

Come on Rick

[Verse 1: Ricky Rucker]

Well I got five dollars to start the rest of my life

Soaked up the ingredients, just cook the recipe right

But caught y'all attention, dawg look her

It's a home cooked meal to a soldier on the field

These things don't come that often

When you're leaving or returning from the battles fought in

'Cause we bleeding while we earn

Accept the challenge God sent

Rapper's spittin' dollar bills, which ain't shit but nonsense

I come to start this, undergraduate

Mad as piss and they stupid

Say true shit, blaze through spliffs and drank fluid

When things you would change, true friends and make music

Assume the worse and pray for better but stay you nigga

You could be the realest of them all, they'll spray you nigga

In your face, smile, put on an act, and hate you nigga

Behind your back cheat, lie and steal and thank your ig'nant

Made at Ricky Rucker turnin' chump change to millions

Run game to the children

Real pain that I been through

Words stain with a pencil

Only through pain that I been through to deserve that

I done died on that plane and grab that wheel and swerve back

I hope you fuckers heard that

[Spoken: Timbaland (Bubba Sparxxx)]

Haha, I hope y'all heard that

We ain't no label, we a movement (Ha it's like this)

You know

Let's go Bubba

[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx]

Now you could shoot it in your veins or toot it up straight to your brain

Smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole

Lo and behold, you should've done injected

'Cause if you ride with us we get you so infected

You could hit that Betty raw or bust a load in her jaw

Place it where she doo doo, or even lick her coodoo

See I don't care what you do, just don't leave her neglected

Cause if you fall asleep we gone get her so infected

[Post Chorus: ???]

Miss-a men come mess up and light up your show, yeah

So ifa you don't 'ave the tight flow you gotsa go

Beat Club a tell them then

Miss-a we come and we get all the dough, yeah yeah hay

Call Bubba Sparxxx and Timbaland, all love (Feels good, I love this)

Money get a lot them then you know

[Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx (Timbaland)]

When I say we on the brink, I mean that you shouldn't blink

'Cause every new southerner brings what you couldn't ink

From young Ricky Ruck to veteran Additude

And dutty who has Athens elected, that is you

Along with low downs, jockin' in at your town

It was both our sounds Tim and Interscope found

And this go 'round I put it on June Mathis

To introduce the world to what me and my crew crafted

And goddamn Scramn I'm proud for how you lasted

And know I've gained from every arrangement that you've drafted

For all the kings horses and all the kings men

If you've gotta ask who then you was never one of them

We just shake the hate off, raise up and come again

It's all in God's hands so just leave it up to Him

(Haha, yeah, it's all in God's hands so just leave it up to Him)

[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx]

Now you could shoot it in your veins or toot it up straight to your brain

Smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole

Lo and behold, you should've done injected

'Cause if you ride with us we get you so infected

You could hit that Betty raw or bust a load in her jaw

Place it where she doo doo, or even lick her coodoo

See I don't care what you do, just don't leave her neglected

Cause if you fall asleep we gone get her so infected

[Post Chorus: ???]

Miss-a men come mess up and light up your show, yeah

So ifa you don't 'ave the tight flow you gotsa go

Beat Club a tell them then

Miss-a we come and we get all the dough, yeah yeah hay

Call Bubba Sparxxx and Timbaland, all love (Feels good, I love this)

Money get a lot them then you know

[Verse 3: Additude]

My inspirations are the rats and the roaches

The fiends at the [?]

Places I had to go, the welfare office

Visitin' uncles in jail, life was hard

I could sack it up, sell you bundles of hell

Everyday is a reup

I just blaze my tree up

Prey and thank the Lord for wakin' me up

It's just the beginning

Of all the good times we smile, just to be grinnin'

We the New South, it's more than just my fuckin' opinion

And I'll bleed for Bubba, the same for Rucker

Through the rain and pain we suffer

I came from the gutter

I'm just tryin' get to the top

People wonder if I finally make it

Will I be the same motherfucker?

Well, I wonder would you change if a nigga fell?

If I was broke, bitches'll give a nigga hell

And niggas flip and get on some other shit as well

I stick to the script and let the real be the only shit I tell

'Bama

[Spoken: Timbaland]

There you have it

New South

Ha, Bubba, Ricky, Additude

It's for them Georgia streets

Alabama

You know how we do

Haha

[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx]

Now you could shoot it in your veins or toot it up straight to your brain

Smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole

Lo and behold, you should've done injected

'Cause if you ride with us we get you so infected

You could hit that Betty raw or bust a load in her jaw

Place it where she doo doo, or even lick her coodoo

See I don't care what you do, just don't leave her neglected

Cause if you fall asleep we gone get her so infected

[Outro: Timbaland]

Heavy Hitters

The album before the album

We bout wind it down

Fell me

Come on