Lyric Hootnanny

(feat. Justin Timberlake)
[Justin:]
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain t gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don t really give a hootnanny
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain t gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don t really give a hootnanny

[Bubba:]
Now I done banged a heap of Betties in various modes of transport
N told them as they exit be sure that they close the damn door
The quiet country types is usually those I m scared for ??
Some scared at first, but usually those demand more
Really ain t conceited, I just call myself the cutterbug
A horny little parasite that all the women love to love
Tell you what it is today, I ain t concerned with what it was
Bubba fixin to get it done, I put that on my brother ??
Hear them in the closet, in the kitchen, justa whisperin
Bubba so psst psst knowing that I m listening
I ain t gotta chain, boy my peck[?] is all that s glistenin
Whachu steamin on folk, y all ain t even disciplined
I ain t leaving nothin , this the house me and my people built
Huggin me and dappin me, buddy I can see your guilt
It s cold when you re wrong and you lookin like you need a quilt
Y all matter less everytime this margarita tilt

[Chorus:]
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain t gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don t really give a hootnanny
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain t gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don t really give a hootnanny

A lot of y all was thinkin that Bubba would probably disappear
Get some show money from UGLY and buy a keg of beer
And another pig to give my other pigs some company
Rent a doublewide and just live it out in luxary
In due time, but there s business left to attend to
I need another farm to bequeath my next of kin to
And another ? before my great aunt Missy
Yea, I ve been drinkin but I ain t that pissy
Thinkin back to when my daddy told me what it s all about
He said no matter what I do in life, some of y all ll pout
I can deal with that long as all my folks is eatin good
Let that channel pass over more than any Easter could
I m on the roll again and I ain t talkin ecstacy
Tell them folks at Interscope they fixin to write some checks to me
Soon as me and Timmy finish up this latest pig schlop
Man I think you right, it ain t nothing but some hen??

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain t gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don t really give a hootnanny
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain t gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don t really give a hootnanny

I m back off in the saddle with smile and that cajolery
Mama always knew how big a stallion I would grow to be
Way beyond these suckers both lyrically and vocally
I doubted for a moment, now it s clear to me I m supposed to be
An uncanny whit plus a time that is impeccable
Make the sharpest cat feel his mind is just a vegetable
How does Bubba do it, you won t find it in a manual
Confused them all at first so this time is understandable
Staring at the ceiling fan, pondering my future now
Wondering what the hell to do with all this loot I found
Got my tractor polished up and I m as drunk as Cooter Brown
Navigating yet another one of Timmy s supersounds

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain t gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don t really give a hootnanny
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain t gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don t really give a hootnanny...