*featuring Sleepy Brown
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All the way from Athens, the A-T-L shawty
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[Bubba Sparxxx]
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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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[Chorus: Sleepy Brown + (Bubba)]
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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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[Sleepy Brown]
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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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[Chorus]
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[Bubba Sparxxx]
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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 Desire?
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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[Chorus]
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[Bubba Sparxxx]
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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 {dick} 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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[Chorus]
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[Bubba Sparxxx]
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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..
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Like It Or Not
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Bubba Sparxxx |