Lyric Jimmy Mathis
[Bubba Sparxxx]
New South! LaGrange, Georgia... Athens, Georgia...
The whole state of Georgia
Daddy! The MudKats, MudKats
Bubba got another one for ya - MOMMA!
Uhh, better BELIEVE we get it done this time baby
The Mathis family, they can t hide that money from us no mo
It s goin down, uh, yeah
[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx - repeat 2X]
Jimmy Mathis please come out here
And tell these folks who yo son is
And momma tell Russ to load the shotgun
And get this loot cause we ain t got none (what?)
[Verse One: Bubba Sparxxx]
Ha, ha...
Any blood shed for a cause it deserves it
It s blood well worth it, we fought to preserve it
You caught him in person, you know Bubba s psyched out
You hate it when they talk, but love it when I shout
Fuck with me I doubt, that you really can
When I get to doin, my hillbilly dance
A step to the left, then two back to the right
Take a shot of the trone and then get back to the mic
Yeah I m rappin tonight, but soon as the light hit
I m all about the green man to hell with this white shit
Unless it s that white shit, that speed up your pulserates
Some party saccarhin, so sweet with a dub taste
This what they must face, I ma be right here
Spittin these flames out, and drinkin Bud Light beer
til the cows home and the dogs quit barkin
Daddy tell em who I am and don t beg no pardons
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Bubba Sparxxx]
Ahh...
They watch me in the country like the race on Sunday
And I wear the crown for em til you take it from me
I made some mo-ney, but blew most of
Bought and sold all the shit that you boast of
But I love my life and ain t much I regret
I just hope I remember, half of what I forget
Through the years and the tears, the blood and the sweat
But if you ever believe, it s time to double your bet
Cause I ain t even tapped into half my potential
But I have shown growth though, and that is essential
Grab you a pencil, and jot a few notes down
The questions they asked me, the answers I know now
Bet I ain t no clown, fuck what you thought dawg
I m in Jimmy Mathis old truck with a sawed off
Pistol-grip pump, let some shit jump
We take it to the water and yo ship ll get sunk
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
New South! LaGrange, Georgia... Athens, Georgia...
The whole state of Georgia
Daddy! The MudKats, MudKats
Bubba got another one for ya - MOMMA!
Uhh, better BELIEVE we get it done this time baby
The Mathis family, they can t hide that money from us no mo
It s goin down, uh, yeah
[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx - repeat 2X]
Jimmy Mathis please come out here
And tell these folks who yo son is
And momma tell Russ to load the shotgun
And get this loot cause we ain t got none (what?)
[Verse One: Bubba Sparxxx]
Ha, ha...
Any blood shed for a cause it deserves it
It s blood well worth it, we fought to preserve it
You caught him in person, you know Bubba s psyched out
You hate it when they talk, but love it when I shout
Fuck with me I doubt, that you really can
When I get to doin, my hillbilly dance
A step to the left, then two back to the right
Take a shot of the trone and then get back to the mic
Yeah I m rappin tonight, but soon as the light hit
I m all about the green man to hell with this white shit
Unless it s that white shit, that speed up your pulserates
Some party saccarhin, so sweet with a dub taste
This what they must face, I ma be right here
Spittin these flames out, and drinkin Bud Light beer
til the cows home and the dogs quit barkin
Daddy tell em who I am and don t beg no pardons
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Bubba Sparxxx]
Ahh...
They watch me in the country like the race on Sunday
And I wear the crown for em til you take it from me
I made some mo-ney, but blew most of
Bought and sold all the shit that you boast of
But I love my life and ain t much I regret
I just hope I remember, half of what I forget
Through the years and the tears, the blood and the sweat
But if you ever believe, it s time to double your bet
Cause I ain t even tapped into half my potential
But I have shown growth though, and that is essential
Grab you a pencil, and jot a few notes down
The questions they asked me, the answers I know now
Bet I ain t no clown, fuck what you thought dawg
I m in Jimmy Mathis old truck with a sawed off
Pistol-grip pump, let some shit jump
We take it to the water and yo ship ll get sunk
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
