| Uhh, Sleepy Brown
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| Uhh, Bubba Sparxxx
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| We gon' keep doin it baby
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| Whether you like it or not. |
| uhh
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| Ain’t a damn thang pretty
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| From dirt roads to the city, uhh
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| (You might catch me drunk in the pub)
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| (Or either crunk in the club)
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| WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT
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| Don’t matter where I hang
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| People love my twang, uhh
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| (Call us country or Southerners mayn)
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| (We gon' keep doin our thang)
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| WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT
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| Rollin up +So Fresh, So Clean+
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| Wood grain, big screen TV’s
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| Uhh, I got the bump-bump in my trunk now
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| Uhh, I’m 'bout to, I’m 'bout to funk
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| Now all the ladies seem to like my style
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| Guess I’ll be here for a while, mmm
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| To see who wants to come and be with me
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| I’ll take you back to the flat so I can show you where it’s at, c’mon
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| Ohh, wee — look at me
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| Movin 'cross the floor so easily
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| Oh, my, can’t deny
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| This funk starts high in the sky
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| I’m 'bout to get my groove on
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| Uhh, I’m 'bout to bust a move on 'em
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| Uhh, there’s no-thing you can do for 'em
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| Uhh, cause I’m checkin the spot if you really like it or not
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| I know you hate it, I’ma say it to you anyway
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| I’m 'bout to throw them 24's on that Escalade
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| Still I got the Mickey T’s on the Chevrolet
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| Z-7−1, the mere sight’ll take your breath away
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| It’s today but I’m still on it like it’s yesterday
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| Throw me the ball, this the game that I was bred to play
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| And pass the cooler with this stewardess named Desireé
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| You ain’t no concern, I’ma wait and see what Heaven say
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| I got a brother by the name of Snicky Ricky Wade
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| He said — Bubba, real careers ain’t quicky quickly made
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| My other brother by the name of Patrick «Sleepy» Brown
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| Said that our +Noize+ is the type that you should keep around
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| They led me through the forest, took me to the wizard Ray
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| He told me that tomorrow won’t be what it is today
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| I said, «Damn, that’s just what my brother Tim would say»
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| I’m back at home, just how long have I been away?
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| I’m the type that you might see with Petey Pablo
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| Chasin fielder’s dream with corn and three Diablos
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| And I’ll be blessed to death if I see tomorrow
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| But I’ma live to get my son a lead that he can follow
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| I might can’t flip a brick but bet that I can move a pound
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| And if you call yourself the king, well then there’s two in town
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| Regardless where you from, what you do, or who you found
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| You best to get to practice early for the shoot-around
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| Cause Bubba don’t play, do them thangs you won’t say
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| Be damned if I even pull my out and don’t spray
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| Daddy told me just to do them thangs he never did
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| Breakin broads, get money, live your life and treasure it
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| And that’s the least that I can do, for the man who
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| Raised me up and through his faults helped me understand you
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| And now I’m certified, New South pioneer
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| Born and raised down here, best believe I’m dyin here
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| For all my rebels ridin dump truck, heavy Chevy’s, Cadillacs
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| Hot rods, no seats, in the back
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| Browning, thirties-thirties, in the rack
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| Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at?
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| Dump truck, heavy Chevy’s, Cadillacs
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| Hot rods, no seats, in the back
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| Browning, thirties-thirties, in the rack
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| Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at?
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| Sump truck, heavy Chevy’s, Cadillacs
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| Hot rods, no seats, in the back
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| Browning, thirties-thirties, in the rack
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| Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at?
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| Bubba Sparxxx! |
| (YEAH)
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| Organized Noize (YEAH) Beat Club
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| Timbo (YEAH) the whole New South
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| Real down South Georgia boy
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| Real country white boy, real HARD
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| Get it together, a new beginning. |