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1, 2, 3, Let's go
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[Chorus:]
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Back in the mud I've been in
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I confess, I'm so happy here
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There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away
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[Verse 1:]
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He's just that country boy, city slick, pitbull temperament
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At the Pony, at the Flame, either way it's an event
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If it's me consider it more than a coincidence
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Even though they mumble at me sucka's keep they distances
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Barber K, hey, what's that, they say
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Hip hop redneck that's a safe place
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Say what makes you comfortable
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With me cause I like it here
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How about a rural dwelling urban music pioneer
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Turn it up, let it bang, run with me I bet you can't
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Took too much to make it float, never will I let it sink
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So when we invented it for our youth and generous
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Hopin' that my moment passed, I can see no end of it
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Twenty-five, livin' like I was born yesterday
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Lovin' life, doin' right, earnin' every breath I take
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Standin' in the mud again cause it seem to pay me well
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Playin' with my not-so-distant cousins from the A-T-L
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Aaah!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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Press it up, ship it out, call the Pony, rent it out
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Everything I am today is really what I been about
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Athens, Georgia resident, native of LaGrange though
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I don't love the peach state, "Buddy, say it ain't so"
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Now all of a sudden, in fact, it's quite the opposite
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I'm lovin' y'all from Brunswick up to the metropolis
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Can't forget about my Betty Betty in Dahlonega
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They put the triple X's at the end of Andy's moniker
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How could I run from everything that made me
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Know that all the love I get's appreciated greatly
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Now I'm on the brink of something truly inconceivable
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Bubba's international but still he kept it regional
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Tryin' to make my mama proud
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We can laugh and see the smile
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Gotta make sure loaded gun, this next CD is in your file
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Each and everyone of my talented associates get's what they deserve
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Nothin' short of that's appropriate
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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Kitchen cup, fill it up, sober don't appeal to us
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If you're broke do what you can, that alone is still enough
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Help us out, if you're rich, cause we funna hit your bitch
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Just stop by the store and grab a case of that and six of this
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Hey Betty, get ready cause your daddy's in route
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Let her join the beat club, keep that little trim out
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Have her screamin' "New South" without pullin' "lewd" out
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He always wonder what you doing, let him wonder who now
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At the end of the day I would have no regrets
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Got it done on every front and I ain't even focused yet
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At the bottom of the pile swimmin' with them mud cats
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If you die, man I'm pullin' "soowee" for a grudge match
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Spell it out, L-E-G, E-N-D I still believe
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Whatever goal God set for me indeed I will achieve
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In this life or in the next, whether drinkin' gin or Beck's
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Bubba funna bring it home, conceal it, and send the checks
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[Chorus x2]
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There I Go Again
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| Bubba Sparxxx |
